ISABELLA’S POVThe message lit up my screen just as I was about to step out of the room.Manager : "Check the news now. It’s about Jasmine. You need to see this."My stomach dropped.I quickly unlocked my phone and opened the news app. The headline slapped me across the face:"Supermodel Jasmine Mildred Opens Up About Isabella, Xavier... and Drake?"I clicked it, hands trembling.There she was, seated elegantly in a plush red chair, legs crossed, flashing that perfectly rehearsed smile. Her makeup was flawless. Her voice.. sweet. She looked like she hadn’t lost a single night of sleep while ruining lives. “I’m so happy for Isabella,” Jasmine said, laughing softly. “She’s always been a family-oriented woman. Her choice in marrying Xavier? Absolutely perfect. She’s just following her heart. I have a feeling she might even withdraw from modeling soon to focus on her husband and daughter. And honestly, what a beautiful family they make.”I froze.My heart twisted. My fingers trembled aro
ISABELLA’S POVI stood still, rooted to the spot, staring at the mansion before me.The Gustavo Mansion.Its towering white pillars and sprawling garden were still as grand and intimidating as I remembered. The walls hadn’t aged a day, pristine and cold, like they were untouched by the cruelty that once lived inside.A knot twisted in my stomach.I was back.Back to the place that had once broken me. This place was no home..it was a memory. A living, breathing memory of whispers in the hallway, sharp glares over breakfast, and the cruelty of two women who made it their mission to ruin me.Ma Hilda. Macy.I swallowed hard as their faces flashed behind my eyes. The way Macy used to sneer every time I passed, the way Ma Hilda would call me “that girl” instead of my name.How many times had I cried into Xavier’s pillow? How many times had I begged him to stand up for me..only to be met with silence?The wind brushed against my skin gently. I didn’t even realize my shoulders were tense unt
DRAKE’S POVIt had been a week.Seven damn days since everything shattered.I sat in the dimly lit living room, the television screen casting flickers of light across my face. My hand gripped a half-full wine glass like it was the last thing tethering me to this world. I didn’t even taste the wine anymore. I just held it..tight..because if I let go, I’d break.Tears slipped down my cheeks, silent and burning. My chest tightened with every breath I dragged in, shallow and uneven. My hands shaking.Then I saw it.Her.Isabella.There she stood on the screen, flawless in an elegant cream dress, her curls pinned back in soft waves that framed her delicate face. And beside her was him. Xavier Gustavo. Hand placed on the small of her back like he owned her. Like she belonged to him.My jaw clenched as I leaned forward, my gaze locked on the television.The press swarmed them, shoving microphones in their faces like bloodthirsty hounds. Then Isabella spoke, her voice soft, calm, sure.“We’re
ISABELLA’S POVI couldn’t breathe.The room was too quiet. Even the hum of machines seemed to hold its breath.The doctor opened the file, eyes scanning across the first page as if debating whether to say the truth out loud. My fingers tightened unconsciously around Xavier’s arm. He didn’t flinch.His mother stood frozen, arms crossed like a statue carved in suspicion. Macy looked like she was about to scoff. Camille, next to me, shifted with unease.Then the doctor spoke.“Xavier has suffered more extensive damage from the smoke inhalation than we initially believed.”I felt my chest tighten. I hadn’t expected that. Xavier had walked, talked, even smiled through it all. How could that mean something worse?The doctor continued. “We discovered scarring in the heart’s tissue. Likely from prolonged exposure to synthetic fumes during the fire. It’s caused a form of cardiomyopathy .. a rare condition that weakens the heart muscles.”He glanced up. “It’s irreversible.”No one moved. Even M
XAVIER’S POVI smiled.Not the kind you give when you're happy..but the kind that sits deep, knowing, twisted.Isabella sat beside me, looking like she wanted to disappear. Her fingers tapped her lap nervously, her gaze shifting everywhere but my face. She looked like a woman trying to hold herself together.I noticed her eyes flick to the door more than once. Still hoping, maybe, that he would come back for her.But he wouldn’t.Drake had left. And she had no one else.Except me.I leaned back with a soft groan, letting out a slow breath as I clutched my side. Fake, of course..but effective.Her head snapped toward me. “Are you okay?” she asked quickly, panic blooming across her face.“Just... dizzy,” I murmured, letting my eyelids flutter. “It’ll pass.”She shifted closer, and like clockwork, her hand reached for mine.Hook. Line. Guilt.She still felt responsible. Still cared. Not enough to say yes outright..but just enough to keep me in her orbit.Good.Everything was working as I
ISABELLA’S POVI didn’t call after him.I just stood there… frozen… as Drake turned and walked away.And with every step he took, something inside me cracked a little more.When he disappeared around the corner, my knees gave out.I lowered myself to the cold hospital floor, burying my face in my hands, crying silently.The pain wasn’t loud. It wasn’t messy. It just spilled out quietly like a wound that had been bleeding for far too long.All I could think about was how things used to be.How Drake used to wake Eva up by tickling her tiny feet.How we’d make pancakes on Sundays while she danced on the kitchen stool.The laughter.The warmth.The way I used to believe that nothing could ever tear us apart.But it did.And now here I was…sitting in the hallway of a hospital, torn between two men. One I had built memories with, and one who had saved my daughter without a second thought.My phone buzzed beside me.I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, sniffing as I picked it up.Xavie