Chapter 60 I'll Support You

Despite feeling in the bottom of her heart, betrayed, and hurt, Isabella could not help but feel at the same time, how her heart fluttered for Maximo, her feelings made her doubt what she was doing.

She responded to the kiss and although her eyes were closed, she felt that at any moment a tear could escape.

A few minutes later, they both had to let go to catch their breath, Maximo clinging to her, hugging her by the waist and resting his forehead on Isabella's.

They could both feel each other's hearts pounding and their heavy breaths up close.

"Max..." she muttered, feeling herself choke with the lump in her throat. "Please..." Don't deny me the possibility... Don't force me to fight with you so I can fulfill my dreams... And because you're my spouse, I think you should be the first to want to support me.

"Isabella, I don't..."

Máximo went to refute, he wanted to tell her no, that he flatly refused, that he did not want to and could not even imagine without her and, for a year or two! Impossible.

But his spouse's words resonated in his head, he was being selfish with her.

Isabella was right, it was her dream, she wanted to improve herself and he was denying it to her out of pure selfishness... The selfishness of thinking only of oneself.

Not wanting to be separated from his kisses, his skin, his aroma, and his taste, was like suddenly snatching the dose from an addict, painful and heartbreaking.

With all the workload that Máximo would have, it would be impossible to even visit her and spend a few days with her... And if she took extra, evening classes, she wouldn't be able to travel to see him either... That meant they would have to settle for calls and a long-distance relationship.

Maximo's heart burned with pain, at the same time that Isabella shuddered, barely enduring the performance.

Isabella looked at him with that pleading expression and Maximo realized something, he loved her more than himself, so no matter his own pain and suffering, he would step aside, so that she could fulfill her dreams.

Máximo loved her too much, so much so that, although he longed to keep her by his side, even if it was by force, he wanted more to see her happy and fulfill all his wishes.

"You're right... I'll support you..." Máximo blurted out in a thread of voice. - I can't... I would be unable to deny you anything... None of your wishes.

Isabella smiled warmly at him, seeing in her spouse's eyes, those eyes that had always captivated her, a spark of sincerity.

"No, that can't be true, he's cheating on me," Isabella reminded herself, because she knew that he would agree, in the end he would, after all, didn't he want to get rid of her?

He sighed into her face, filling her with his warm breath, as he slid one of his hands through her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear.

Isabella felt her eyes crystallize, Máximo released her from his embrace and took her by the hand to take her out of the room, while Isabella took advantage of the fact that her spouse was with his back to her, to quickly wipe away a furtive tear.

The couple went down again, it was a surprise for Máximo to learn that his spouse would leave in just a couple of days and that his grandmother, Margaret, already had everything arranged to start her studies, he thought that at least he would have some time by her side, but he could not do anything about it, he had already accepted it.

After the meeting ended, Isabella accompanied Margaret to the exit of the Collins mansion, taking her grandmother tightly by the arm, she would leave her with the driver to take her home, because the young woman would return to the apartment with her spouse.

As they walked, at a slow pace, Isabella doubted, what she felt with Maximo in the room, the small spark of honesty she saw in his eyes, could it be that he was sincere?

A small door to doubt opened: perhaps she had been wrong, perhaps she had misunderstood what she had heard.

The young woman still refused to believe that this loving spouse whom she had.

"Isabella, is something wrong?" Margaret asked discreetly, noticing that a few meters away, Maximo and his father were approaching.

"Grandma, before I go, I need to confirm it..." Isabella whispered, without taking her eyes off the front.

"Confirm what?"

"That Maximo is cheating on me, that he doesn't love me and that he plans to do the same to me as he did to his mother..." Isabella clarified in a very low tone.

"How are you going to...?" Margaret began to ask, but Isabella interrupted her.

- Grandma, I need one more favor. Please get me the address of Marian Collins, Maximo's mother. Isabella declared just before reaching the car.

Margaret nodded without hesitation, knowing that the chauffeur was too close to argue further. After a brief farewell, Mrs. Sinclair withdrew.

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Maximo walked somewhat away from his spouse, she accompanied his grandmother to the car, Maximiliano was by her side, however, he did not turn to his father, he was focused on Isabella, on the woman he loved and who he would soon have to let go.

Although it was for a period of time, Maximo could not help but feel that his spouse was slipping out of his hands.

"This will do you good, Max," Maximilian said calmly.

"Leave me alone," growled Maximus, feeling that his father was hiding something beneath the surface.

- Look at it this way: this time apart from your spouse will help you to reflect, to realize that what you feel for her is nothing more than a momentary attachment. In a short time, you will overcome it, and your hormones will return to normal," Maximiliano explained, with a satisfied smile.

“What part of "leave me alone" did you not understand? Maximus replied, finally looking at his father furiously.

"By the time she returns, only one thing can happen: you will have forgotten her," Maximilian continued, with a smile full of satisfaction. Máximo clenched his fists, helpless in the face of the situation.

When they arrived with Isabella, who was looking thoughtfully at the car in which her grandmother was leaving, Máximo forced a smile.

"It's time to go," he murmured nearby.

"Yes," she nodded, feeling her heart race.

Now the challenge of spending two days with her spouse awaited her, pretending that everything was fine and that she knew nothing about the conversation between Máximo and his father.

"Thank you very much for everything, sir," Isabella said goodbye to Maximilian.

"Oh, it was a pleasure, daughter," Maximilian replied, with a smile that drew a small growl of rage from the depths of Maximo's throat.

Every hour, every minute and every second of the day, became indispensable, Máximo put aside his responsibilities for the next two days, taking advantage of the little time he had left with Isabella.

Meanwhile, she was hurting, yes. But at the same time, the feelings she still had for Máximo were still on the surface.

At every moment, Máximo filled Isabella with attention and affection, while her doubts grew, how could such an affectionate man be such a cruel man deep down? Isabella's mind was agitated in the midst of confusion.

The young woman struggled internally in a struggle between reason and her heart.

It was very difficult to get Máximo to separate from her, but her grandmother helped her. Isabella needed to escape from her husband for a few hours, because she had to visit the person, who, according to her, could help her clarify the situation.

Isabella arrived at the huge Collins estate, a huge mansion in the middle of a beautiful countryside, Marian could not believe it when she saw her, it was a great surprise the visit of her daughter-in-law.