Chapter 75 You'll Decide If You Want to Leave

It was a difficult night for Máximo and Isabella, a night of many thoughts, regrets and above all pain.

The young woman had been crying for the rest of the afternoon and part of the night, she only opened the door to eat some of what the service staff left her.

Isabella spent a long time thinking about what she should do, would she believe in her spouse's love and repentance?

But there was still something else, Maximo already knew the truth of what Isabella had heard that day in the apartment and Maximilian's plans, but he still did not know the whole truth about his father.

It was early in the morning, when Isabella made a difficult decision, indeed she would return to Maximo, but not to continue under anxiety, not to wait for another horrible plan from her father-in-law to hurt her.

As the young woman caressed her belly, lost in thought, she came to a conclusion: she should not only fight for herself, for her grandmother, for Marian, who was another innocent woman who suffered, or for an inheritance... Now she would also fight for her baby.

And that thought became an unstoppable force.

Full of conviction, Isabella took her phone, because first of all, she had to

"Aiden?" Isabella asked after a couple of clatters.

"Isa?" Did something happen? He replied from the other end of the line.

"No, it's just... I need to know if you found what I asked for..." she murmured.

"I thought there was time until you graduated," Aiden said, confused.

- Yes, it is that... There was a change of plans. she said, trying to sound casual. Did you find it? Isabella insisted.

- Of course! It took me a lot of work, to be honest, but... I have much more than you can imagine. You won't believe it, but..." he began to explain excitedly, before being interrupted by Isabella.

"Aiden, we'd better talk about it when you come back..."

"Mmmm, it's okay," Aiden replied, surprised.

"Do you think you can return to the city tomorrow?" Isabella asked anxiously.

"No, I still need a couple more days..."

"What?" Why? "If you've already found it..." Isabella began, but Aiden interrupted her.

- Isa, if you are going to do what I think with the information you asked me for, you will have to do it in a big way...

"What?"

"I need a couple more days to complete some negotiations," Aiden said.

“Negotiations? What are you talking about, Aiden?

- Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'm going to take a lot more than you asked for, but I need some time. I think a few more days will be enough...

"Okay. Isabella blurted out, somewhat frustrated.

"Don't worry, Isa. Everything will be fine... You were right in your suspicions; you even fell short...

"What?" What do you mean?

"I'll tell you everything when I get back," he replied, following her previous suggestion. I'll see you in a few days. Aiden hung up.

Isabella was intrigued, what had Aiden found? she really hoped it was something very good, because maybe even Máximo would end up hating her for what she was thinking of doing.

With a little calmer and feeling some relief from the conversation she had with Aiden, although adding the worry of how Maximo would take things, Isabella finally fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, it was almost noon when Isabella woke up, she was already surer of what she should do, everything was said and the cards were on the table, it was time to act, she just had to wait for Aiden.

When she left her room, the young woman was surprised to find the penthouse in absolute silence. She went through some rooms and the living room, apparently, there was no one there.

Until he reached the kitchen, where he found Máximo, very focused on the landscape that could be glimpsed from the windows.

"Isabella?" He turned automatically when he saw her reflected in the windows.

- Maximo, what happened here? Where is my grandmother? Where is everyone?

“They have already left...

"What?" Why didn't they call me? Why didn't you tell me? Isabella frowned, confused.

"Because the two of us will go somewhere else," said Maximo as he got up from his seat.

Isabella looked at him puzzled. Another place? He could not imagine taking her to the country house; He had sworn that he would not do it, or did he intend to?

He sighed heavily, dispelling the doubts in his mind. He did not intend to be carried away by fear; He had made a decision and now he had to be stronger.

She watched as her spouse put a saucer of food in the microwave and put it to heat. Then she went to the fridge, poured a glass of juice and another of water, placing them in front of her.

The beep of the microwave sounded shortly after, and Maximo took out the food, leaving it on the bar, right in front of Isabella.

"Here... Have something for breakfast, it's important," said Maximo, trying to appear calm and casual.

"Max... What...?" What's going on? Isabella raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

"There's something I need to show you before I go home, that's why I asked everyone to come forward..." Maximo sat on the other side of the bar, in front of Isabella. Please eat something, you must take care of yourself... As soon as you're ready, we'll leave.

After breakfast, shower, and change, they left together in a luxurious car that was waiting for them. Máximo told the driver to start and go to the airport.

"I thought you wanted to show me something before you go home," Isabella muttered, confused.

"That's right," Máximo nodded without looking at her, with his eyes fixed straight ahead, deeply concentrated. Isabella, now that I know you found out everything and I understand better why you left and why you didn't want to come back with me... I need you to know my reasons and my motives.

"What?" Isabella frowned.

"I don't want you to be afraid of me or distrust me... I love you and that's the only thing that's certain. When I explain everything to you, you will decide if you want to leave or stay by my side.

“Max... I don't understand.

"I'm not going to force you to stay with me when you think I don't love you, that I'm cheating on you, when you don't trust me and you think I can betray you at any moment... I understand what you feel, and I love you so much that it breaks my heart just to think about letting you go, but... How could I aspire to your love, your forgiveness, and your trust if I force you to stay by my side? Máximo declared very seriously, still without looking at her.

Isabella noticed how he had his fists clenched in her lap, he seemed to hold back.

"Will you let me go?" Isabella asked, still incredulous.

"You can go live with your grandmother, I've already talked to Mrs. Sinclair about it... Remember that you are pregnant with my son, so I prefer that you stay close, in a safe place where I can visit you. Máximo explained, while Isabella felt how he made a faint grimace of pain at his own words.

The young woman felt her heart jump, was Maximo really capable of doing that for her?

She turned to the window sighing, on the one hand, she felt calmer knowing that she would not be at the mercy of the Collins, but also, she had seen the pain that this caused Maximo.

Could it be that he was really sorry, that he really loved her as much or more than he said, that he would not allow Maximilian to do him any harm?

Isabella smiled at these thoughts, the idea of Maximo's love, of this trial he was giving her, comforted her, and made her forget, momentarily, the pain and anger she had felt the night before.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, Máximo saw his spouse smile, which hurt him, very much, because he could only imagine that she was surely happy for the idea of separating from his side.

They arrived at the airport and after a short helicopter flight, they arrived in a nearby city.

After taking a luxurious car again that they drove for several minutes, they passed through what looked like a suburb, but with huge and luxurious properties, which meant that it was a neighborhood for wealthy people.

However, what Isabella did not expect was that her stop, the place that Máximo wanted to show her and was a little further away, was a cemetery.

"Max, what are we doing here?" She asked surprised, just as the car stopped in front of a huge plot of grass and some marble plaques.

They got out of the car and walked a little, Máximo took her by the hand, until they stopped in front of a plaque that bore the name: "Elisa Evans" and because of the dates recorded, it was a young woman, who had died four years ago.

"She..." Máximo pointed to the plaque sadly. "She's the girl in the picture you saw in my room, remember?"

Isabella remembered the day she announced her departure and Máximo spoke to her alone in her room, there was a photo of a beautiful and smiling young woman next to Maximo.

“Yes, I remember, but no... I don't understand. Isabella looked at him, feeling a prick of pain as she noticed the sadness in Maximo's eyes.

- Elisa, she... She was once the love of my life," Maximo murmured.

Isabella felt a strong blow inside her and her body shuddered. Was that the truth about which he was talking?