"You owe me, Isabel. I married you just for revenge." Emerson's cold voice cut through me. The man I loved betrayed me in the most ruthless way imaginable. In his heart, I was never more than a shadow of his first love, Lilith—the woman who destroyed my life. After the heartbreak of losing my baby, the diagnosis of a malignant tumor was another cruel blow. But Emerson wasn't done. He delivered one final, devastating strike: my father, now in a vegetative state, might have committed an unforgivable crime. The weight of it all nearly crushed my will to live. Yet when I finally walked away, Emerson became desperate to win me back. But why? Wasn’t this exactly what he wanted all along?
View MoreIsabel’s POV
My husband Emerson hadn't come home for a whole week. I stayed in our huge villa all alone, waiting. The grand mansion with marble floors and chandeliers felt empty and cold without him.
I placed a hand on my big belly and hoped he'd come back soon. I’ve been having strange, severe headaches lately. At 7 months pregnant, that wasn’t normal. We had to go for a pregnancy check-up.
Where was he? My heart ached with worry and fear. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
Our life together had always seemed perfect. Emerson, a successful businessman, had swept me off my feet. We had everything—wealth, status, a beautiful home and a baby on the way.
But recently, things changed. He seemed distant. I tried to ignore the signs. But the longer he stayed away, the harder it became to believe everything was fine.
I tried to keep myself busy. I rearranged the nursery, folding tiny clothes and organizing baby toys. Each little onesie and stuffed animal made me dream about the future with our little one. But my mind kept drifting back to Emerson. Where was he? What was he doing?
When Emerson finally returned, he wasn't alone. His first love, Lilith, was with him. She was visibly pregnant, just like me. Emerson was holding her hand.
What was happening? Was this why he was gone for a week? Did he cheat on me, with Lilith?!
My heart dropped at the sight of them together. "Emerson?! What is going on? Why is Lilith here?!" I cried, my voice trembling with despair.
Emerson’s expression was filled with defiance. "Lilith is having my baby. You finally get the revenge you deserve," he said in a cold voice. Lilith stood next to him, looking proud. She gave me a mean, icy smile when Emerson wasn’t looking.
His words hit me like a sledgehammer. “Your baby?! What do you mean, revenge?! What have I ever done to deserve this?!” I cried.
He didn’t answer my questions. Instead, he said in a cold, hard voice. “We should get divorced, Isabel. This loveless marriage has dragged on long enough.”
Loveless? What did he mean? Did he never love me at all?!
Lilith looked like she had about the same gestation period as I did. That means… Emerson cheated on me months ago. The ground seemed to shift beneath me. I clutched my belly, feeling the life inside me. How could he do this to us? How could he betray our family?
In my vulnerable state, I couldn't handle the pain and fear this news brought up. My vision blurred, and I felt the world spinning around me. I couldn't breathe. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt a sharp pain in my head. The next thing I knew, I lost consciousness.
In my half unconscious state, I heard faint voices…
“No, you shouldn’t stay, Lil, you need to rest,” Emerson said softly. “Oh but Emerson, I have to help take care of her. This is all my fault. The poor girl is pregnant, just like me.” Lilith responded in a sweet voice.
I woke up in the hospital. The room was quiet and I felt weak. I reached for the call button. But before I could press it, the door opened. It was Lilith.
"Emerson had to leave for an emergency at his company. I offered to stay behind to help you," she said with a cunning smile. I couldn't stand to see her. She was the reason for my pain.
I felt claustrophobic. Being alone with the woman who destroyed my relationship was the last thing I needed right now. Her presence felt threatening. There was something terrifying about her cold, dark eyes. I still felt weak, but I had to get out of here.
"I have to go," I said, trying to get up. Lilith looked at me with false pity.
“Aww, you poor thing…” she said with an exaggerated tone. “Don’t you know, running away won't change anything.”
"Why are you bothering me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Haven't you done enough?"
Lilith's eyes narrowed. "You never deserved Emerson. He was always mine."
"Please, Lilith, I don't want to fight," I said, trying to maintain my composure.
She laughed bitterly. "You think you're so perfect, don't you? Playing the victim."
Tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm just trying to hold my family together."
Lilith took a step closer to me. "Emerson doesn't love you. He never did."
Her words cut deep, twisting the knife in my already shattered heart. But I stood my ground. "I know you were his first love, but that doesn't mean we can't all find a way to move forward."
"Move forward?" Lilith sneered. "With you in the picture? Never."
I felt a sudden surge of anger. "Lilith, this isn't just about you and me. There are babies involved. Innocent lives."
Lilith's expression hardened. "Only one baby matters now."
I felt my heart break even more. "How can you be so cruel? We can find a way to make this work for everyone."
Lilith's laugh was cold and mocking. "You’re so naive, Isabel. Emerson never stopped loving me. He only settled for you because I wasn't available. He'll come running back to me. You'll see."
"That's not true," I whispered, trying to believe my own words. "He chose me. We built a life together."
Lilith took another step closer, her eyes filled with malice. "Your life with him is over, Isabel. He's mine."
She was standing too close and towering over me. I felt claustrophobic. This woman seemed dangerous. I had to get away.
I scrambled up to my feet, still feeling unsteady. “I have to go now. Please leave me alone.” I pleaded. I grabbed my belongings and walked out of the room.
I was waiting for the elevator when Lilith slowly walked up behind me. The elevator was too slow. Anxiety gnawed at me. I glanced over my shoulder and found Lilith’s eyes fixed upon me with an intense, dark stare.
My heart skipped a beat. Something about her gaze sent chills down my spine. My instinct told me to leave immediately.
Deciding not to wait for the slow elevator, I turned and headed for the stairs. My footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell. As I descended, I vaguely heard another pair of footsteps behind me, quick and determined. I didn't dare look back. My gut told me to keep moving.
Suddenly, a pair of hands shoved me hard from behind. I turned just in time to see Lilith’s malicious smile. In a split second, I grabbed onto her arm to break my fall. We both lost our balance and fell down the staircase.
We tumbled down the stairs, hard edges hitting me at every turn. Lilith held onto me and used me as a shield from the hardest hits. When I hit the floor with her on top of me, the heavy shock pushed all the air out of my lungs. I was in severe pain. My vision blurred. Then, everything went black.
Isabel’s POVDays passed, stretching into an unspoken eternity, and Emerson’s condition could no longer be kept from Liam and Elena.One afternoon, I was sitting by Emerson’s bed, my hand gently brushing his, when the door to the hospital room creaked open. My heart skipped a beat."Liam, Elena, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice thick with emotion. I hadn’t expected them today, and the sight of their small faces brought a surge of overwhelming love and guilt.Eric stood behind them, his expression apologetic, his eyes soft with understanding. “They begged me, Isabel. They wouldn’t stop asking to see him... I couldn’t say no anymore.”Liam’s face was drawn, his usual bright energy dimmed with concern. Elena clung to her brother, her eyes wide with fear as they both hesitated in the doorway.Before I could say anything else, another figure appeared behind them, stepping into the room. My heart stopped for a moment as I looked up to see Emerson’s mother, Estelle, walking towards
Isabel’s POVA month had passed. One whole month, and still, no sign of life from Emerson. The machines beside his bed beeped steadily. A monotonous rhythm that I had come to know too well. A rhythm that seemed to mock the stillness of his body. I sat by his side every day, watching him, praying for some miracle—some sign that he was still there, still fighting. But each time I whispered his name, there was nothing. Nothing but the soft hum of hospital machinery.“Emerson,” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my attempts to sound steady. “Don’t you want to be with me? If you wake up, I promise we can live happily as a family of four.”I meant it, every word of it. The thought of a future with him, of raising our children together, was the only thing that kept me going. I needed him to hear me. I needed him to wake up.But Emerson remained unresponsive.He looked like a prince charming, trapped in an eternal dream—strangely peaceful. I combed his dark hair back neatly after gently
Isabel’s POVThe world blurred—shouts, chaos, the metallic scent of blood thick in my nostrils. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I clung to Emerson, his labored breaths hot against my skin.I didn’t dare move. The slick warmth of his blood drenching me was unnerving. His chest rose and fell in erratic, shallow breaths. But then, amid the cacophony of battle, a stunned silence emerged. Orders were shouted. Weapons clicked into position. Something had changed. I forced myself to glance up from Emerson’s chest, my pulse hammering.Alistair stood frozen, his face contorted in pain. Blood dripped from his hand—the very hand that had been pointing a gun at me just seconds before. His grip slackened, and the weapon tumbled to the ground.A sniper.Alistair’s men immediately scattered, taking defensive positions, frantically searching the area. But before they could react, several of them suddenly dropped to the ground.They were convulsing violently, frothing at the mouth. One by one, the
Isabel’s POVMy wrists ached from the tight ropes binding my hands behind my back as I was shoved forward. The rough ground beneath my boots felt unsteady, my knees weak with exhaustion. The air smelled of blood, gunpowder, and sweat. The night was still alive with distant gunfire, but here, in the heart of the enemy’s grasp, there was only the sound of my ragged breathing and Alistair’s mocking laughter.“Stop resisting, Emerson,” he drawled, his voice filled with smug amusement. “You’re in over your head. Oh—look who finally decided to join us.”Emerson was holding back several opponents, bruised and bloodied from the fight. His head snapped up at Alistair’s words.He turned, and when his eyes landed on me, something in his face shifted. Shock, then rage, then a devastating kind of fear. He lunged forward, but a guard was faster. A rifle butt slammed into Emerson’s ribs. The sickening crack echoed in the night, and he crumpled to the ground, gasping for air."Emerson!" I screamed,
Isabel’s POVAt first, Emerson and I managed to escape the building, slipping into the shadows like ghosts. The night was thick around us, swallowing our hurried footsteps as we navigated through the wreckage of Alistair’s camp. The distant gunfire and shouts of battle echoed behind us. But just as we reached the edge of the compound, the world seemed to shift.From the darkness, figures emerged—silent and predatory, their weapons gleaming under the pale moonlight. They moved like shadows given form, their presence an unspoken promise of violence. My breath caught in my throat as a dozen, no, more than two dozen enemies surrounded us, blocking every escape route. The sheer hatred in their eyes sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. These weren’t just guards; they were fanatics, men who thrived in the chaos of bloodshed and terror.Emerson moved instinctively, stepping in front of me, gun raised. “Stay close,” he murmured, barely audible over the wind. I nodded, steadying my grip
Sebastian/Elias’ POVScarlet’s scream echoed through the dimly lit room, raw with disbelief and fury. “You’re lying!” she spat, her eyes blazing with denial. The restraints binding her wrists rattled as she struggled, but I didn’t move to stop her. There was no point—her fight wasn’t with me. It was with the truth.I let out a slow breath, pulling a small, timeworn pocket watch from my coat. The silver casing had dulled over the years, but the engraved initials remained clear. I clicked it open and held it out to her, revealing a faded family photograph inside.“My father gave this to me before he died,” I said evenly, my voice softer than before. “He cared about you, Scarlet. No matter what you believe, you were never forgotten.”Her breath hitched. For a moment, the fire in her eyes flickered, replaced by something rawer—uncertainty. “How could it be?” she murmured, barely more than a whisper.All the pieces had finally clicked into place as Scarlet unraveled her story. The tangled
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