CHAPTER FOUR

Phill

Six years have passed since Bella left me. I couldn't trace her whereabouts after that night. It was like she disappeared from the surface of this world.

 

Since that time, I've been down, filled with nothing but guilt in my heart, wishing I had known about the condition she was in.

 

"How long will you continue to sulk?" Timothy asked me.

 

We were sitting at a restaurant attending to a business matter, but everything changed when I saw a lady putting on a similar dress to Bella's.

 

It's the same design as the one she wore the night I invited her to me and Isabel's party.

 

That dress took my mind back to those years I spent maltreating Bella, making me regret ever doing such a thing.

 

"Did I contribute to her death?" I asked myself.

 

"What?" Timothy asked, bringing me out of my state.

 

"It's nothing," I lied, drinking my wine.

 

"Dude, stop overthinking for heaven's sake. How long will you hold on to the past? " Tim asked me.

 

"You are married to a beautiful and sexy lady like Isabel. Just let go of the dead," Tim said.

 

He makes it sound like it's an easy thing to do. If only he knew what I'm facing now in my life.

 

After Bella's disappearance, Isabel and I got married one year later because I was still finding it hard to get Bella's case out of my mind.

 

I thought Isabel and I could work things out, but my wife has been making my marriage with her so hard to cope with.

 

"Sexy indeed. Yes, she's sexy, but she has decided to stay that way rather than being a mother," I shared with Tim, who couldn't defend or support Isabel's beauty further.

 

He knows what I'm talking about.

 

"Oh, that? That's an issue."

 

"So you know it's an issue now, huh? "  I lifted my brow at him.

 

Tim shrugged at me, saying, "Look, Phill, I don't know what to say about you and your wife. I mean, she's your lady. You have every right to get her to give you a child. You are a billionaire, and you need an heir, dude."

 

"That's something Isabel doesn't want to hear. She doesn't want to carry my child, nor does she want a surrogate to do it for us. It's like she wants to keep me childless," I groaned, feeling frustrated.

 

"All she wants to do is keep her shape intact and stay like a model. She doesn't want to bear my child. "I shared my main problem with Timothy.

 

Forget the fact that Isabel has a great figure and she's sexy, but as my wife, she has refused to bear me a child.

 

We have had sex more than ten times, and I've waited to hear good news from her, only for me to discover that Isabel takes birth control pills to stop herself from getting pregnant.

 

"Phill, I can't allow my body to get plumpy. Have you seen Callaway's wife? When her body is displayed, she looks like a goddess. I can't ruin mine. People need to see how beautiful I am," she said, trying to be like another billionaire's wife, Brittany Callaway.

 

"She keeps trying to compete with her idol, whom she has never seen before," I said, rolling my eyes in disgust.

 

"Well, this is all I can say, Phill. You have to make her know it's your right or you get your child from outside. You aren't getting any younger, man," Timothy advised.

 

"Thanks, man. I'll be heading back to the office now," I said, ending my meeting with Timothy.

 

I left the restaurant, got into my car with my guard, and drove off.

 

My mind was on the idea Timothy brought before me.

 

"Maybe I should do that. Isabel isn't ready for a child, but I want one," I reasoned.

 

"Damn! I just don't know what to do," I groaned, taking out my phone to check something, only to see ten missed calls from one of my guards.

 

"Missed calls? " It surprised me.

 

I called him back and asked, "What's the issue?"

 

"Sir, there's an emergency," he reported, sounding serious.

 

"What is it?"

 

"We found her, sir! We found your wife!"

 

"My wife?" I asked, lifting my brow in confusion. My heart skipped a beat, and it felt like it was going to pop out at any minute.

 

Could he be talking about Isabel?

 

"I've sent you a picture, sir. Please look at it quickly." He pleaded.

 

I sighed, wondering why he was panicking. 

 

But the moment I checked the photo, my entire body froze.

 

"Bella?!" My eyes grew large.

 

It was a photo of Bella looking so beautifully dressed in fancy attire with a little boy beside her.

 

When my eyes fell on the boy, I was stunned as well.

 

He looks like me!

 

My guard voiced out at once, "Sir, she's alive! And she has a son that looks almost like you."

 

"Where are you?" I questioned, grabbing my guard behind the wheels from his shoulder.

 

"At the airport, sir. She's still here with her son."

 

"Block her from leaving," I ordered.

 

"Sir?"

 

"I said stop her from leaving! I won't forgive you if she leaves. I am coming there now!"

 

I ended the call, ordering my guard to drive down to the airport as fast as possible. I ordered my driver to drive fast, and he was driving fast. I didn't care if we got pulled over by the police; I only had one goal in mind, and that was to see Bella. I didn't care about anything else at that moment; my driver was driving as though he were competing in a Formula One race.

 

"Hurry up! "

 

"Yes, sir," he responded, increasing his speed.

 

"Bella is alive? She didn't die; she's alive! " I kept on repeating, looking at the photo.

 

"And she has a son.”

Looking at the boy's picture, I saw the striking resemblance, and for a split second, I wished I had superpowers so I would appear wherever Bella was.