Third Person's POV:In a different circumstance, Mason would have recoiled at the thought of pressing his lips against hers, fueled by his enduring disgust for Isabel. Yet, in this pivotal moment, his profound hatred for her remained obscured, overshadowed by the singular focus of reviving her. His lips pressed firmly against Isabel's, offering the breath she desperately needed.After what felt like an eternity, Isabel's eyes fluttered open, her breaths ragged and labored. A subtle smile crept onto Mason's face, relief washing over him at the sight of Isabel breathing once more. Swiftly withdrawing from her, he ensured she had ample space to regain composure.Isabel, still in a state of bewilderment, struggled to normalize her breathing. The recent memory of Mason's near-fatal aggression lingered, casting a shadow over the room. Although her physical recovery began, the emotional wounds ran deep. Stunned by the realization that her husband had come perilously close to ending her life,
Third Person's POV:As Mason stood frozen, his mother's words echoed in his ears, piercing his heart like shards of ice. His marriage to Isabel, a union orchestrated by his mother's wishes, had not erased the shame she felt towards him. "Don't add to our disappointment, Mason," Nina's voice dripped with frustration. "You're a grown man now, married. You know your responsibilities." Mason remained silent, his spirit crushed by the weight of her disapproval. He had no desire to defend himself, to prove his innocence against the accusation that hung in the air like a suffocating fog. Nina continued her tirade, her words washing over him like waves against a rocky shore. He listened impassively, his mind numb to the sting of her words. When his mother finally left, Mason retreated to his room, his footsteps echoing in the deafening silence. The sight of Isabel, sleeping peacefully on their bed, ignited a fresh wave of anger within him. How could she sleep so soundly while he felt like
Third Person's POV: Mason wrestled with the urge to immediately oppose his mom's request, but a lack of courage held him back. The thought of staying at Isabel's house was utterly unappealing, yet the fear of confronting his mother paralyzed him. He anticipated another round of insults if he spoke up. Suppressing his discomfort, Mason's discomfort didn't go unnoticed by Isabel. "There's no need for that, Mom. We can return after dinner," she interjected, keenly aware that Mason was reluctant to spend the night at her place. Isabel understood that her home might not be Mason's ideal retreat, and she didn't want to burden him further. Grateful that he accepted the dinner invitation, she prioritized his comfort. "What are you saying, Isabel? Don't you want to spend a few days with your family?" Nina asked, surprised by Isabel's proposal. While Isabel yearned for family time, she recognized the potential discomfort it would cause Mason. She worried he might unleash his usual harsh rema
Third Person's POV: As Mason felt the walls closing in, a suffocating urge surged within him, compelling him to scream and demand his mom leave. However, a realization dawned on him; such an outburst would be deemed inappropriate. Opting for a subtler approach, he pulled out his phone to send his plea discreetly. "Mom, I wanna leave. It's not possible for me to stay here. Why did you bring me into this hell?" Mason typed and sent the message to Nina, who sat directly in front of him. Nina was taken aback when Mason's text notification popped up, and she couldn't help but shoot him a curious look. Tempted to question him immediately, she restrained herself and chose to read the text first. After absorbing the content, Nina felt grateful that Mason had chosen to convey his sentiments discreetly. She was aware of the potential insult Isabel's family might feel if these thoughts were vocalized. However, beneath her gratitude lingered a flicker of fury at Mason's perception of Isabel's
Third Person's POV: "Please don't say that. My family isn't to blame here. If you want..." Isabel tried to make Mason understand, but he cut her off. His anger had reached a boiling point, and he had no intention of hearing anything from Isabel in return. Mason was determined to unleash his anger on Isabel through his words. "Enough of your emotional drama. And, of course, you and your family put me in this position," he declared, speaking in a firm voice without raising it too loud, mindful of the fact that he didn't want any of her family members to overhear. He knew the consequences wouldn't be in his favor if his mom learned about any of this. "How dare you marry into such a wealthy family when you've lived your whole life in this sh*tty slum?" Mason questioned, sounding curious, but his words felt like a tight slap across Isabel's face. It wasn't that she wasn't prepared to hear something like this, but the reality of those words stung. Isabel wanted to scream at him, to remin
Third Person's POV: Isabel wasn't prepared for Emma's sudden and curious question, leaving her utterly scared about whether Emma had overheard Mason's outburst. Accustomed to honesty with her family, she struggled to come up with an excuse. "No, Emma... Not at all. We were just talking about something. I'm really sorry if it sounded like we were arguing," Mason interjected, standing beside Isabel. He had heard Emma's question and felt a surge of fear when Isabel didn't respond. To avoid any doubts about their relationship from her family, something he dreaded, he decided to clear the air. He knew that if Isabel's family suspected something, the news could eventually reach his mom. "Oh, okay..." Emma sounded flustered by Mason's interruption. While she acted as if she believed Mason's explanation, there lingered a suspicion that she had indeed heard Mason's angry outburst. For the moment, she chose not to press the matter further, deciding to discuss it later with her sister, Isabel.
Third Person's POV: "Why have you been criticizing my parents from the beginning? They didn't invite you to stay, and neither did I," Isabel exclaimed, unable to contain her frustration. The disparaging remarks about her parents were more than she could bear. Her emotions surged, and tears welled up uncontrollably. "Oh, I see... So, I'm the one at fault for staying here. No, not me. My mom is the reason I'm here. Are you indirectly blaming her?" Mason retorted, leaving Isabel utterly speechless. "What are you even talking about?" Isabel asked, genuinely curious. "Don't play dumb. I'll discuss this with mom," Mason threatened. Before Isabel could respond, he snatched the towel from her and retreated into the bathroom. Isabel decided to wait outside until he was finished. As she stood there, she couldn't help but blame herself for the harsh insults her parents had endured. Despite knowing she wasn't at fault, she couldn't shake off the feeling. Isabel consoled herself by acknowle
Third Person's POV: "What! No, mom... It was my decision to leave. Mason had nothing to do with it; in fact, he wanted to stay a few more days. Believe me," Isabel spoke firmly, her nerves betraying her understanding that convincing Nina wasn't going to be easy. Nina keenly observed Isabel's visible unease while uttering those words. Familiar with Mason's capabilities, she couldn't help but believe he was the driving force behind Isabel's abrupt departure. Isabel hoped Nina wouldn't probe further, realizing it would be challenging to concoct more lies. Despite Nina's lingering doubt, she chose to act as if she believed Isabel, avoiding making the situation more difficult for her daughter-in-law. Nina left Isabel to her own devices, and after her shower, Isabel joined everyone for lunch. Mason was conspicuously absent, as he typically didn't come home for lunch. Upon the first bites, Nina and John immediately noticed a distinct difference in the cooking style, not typical of Martha