Chapter 12

ISABELLA’S POV

 

 

 

The plane touches down in London under a blanket of gray clouds. I step out into the cool, damp air with one small suitcase and my white mug carefully wrapped inside. My hand instinctively rests on my still-flat stomach as I navigate the airport. The pregnancy test Sofia gave me feels like both a burden and an anchor now. I am carrying Ethan’s child, yet I am completely alone in this new city.

 

I take a taxi to the modest apartment Sofia helped arrange. It is small but clean, with a tiny kitchen and a window overlooking a quiet street. I unpack slowly, bringing only the things I brought into the marriage two years ago. I placr the white mug goes on the counter like a talisman. Everything else Ethan ever gave me remains behind in the penthouse. All these are mine and I will rather small and grow into getting everything I ever wanted than having to wait for someone to hand it over to me.

 

I sit on the edge of the bed, exhausted from the flight and the emotional weight of everything. My nausea rises again, but I breathe through it. Tomorrow I will register for the Master’s program in Financial Innovation and begin laying the foundation for my fintech startup. Numbers are safe. Predictable. They will not break my heart the way Ethan did. More importantly I need to register at a hospital for antenatal care.

 

 

 

ETHAN’S POV

 

 

 

The penthouse remains a tomb. Twelve days since Isabella walked out, and the silence eats at me like an acid. The torn divorce papers still litter my office floor. I have not touched them.nI can't bring myself to even trash them.

 

Swallowing my pride I decide to call Sofia first.

 

“Where is she?” My voice is sharp, demanding.

 

Sofia’s tone stays cool and measured. “I don’t know, Ethan. She needed space. Last I heard she was still somewhere in the area, figuring things out. You should respect that and give her time.”

 

She sounds convincing, but I do not believe her. I end the call and immediately contact Isabella’s father. He claims he has not heard from her beyond a brief message about the contract ending. He has no location or details.

 

I send out my security team with clear instructions. “Search everywhere. Hotels, financial firms, airports, train stations. Check every possible lead. I want eyes on every major city in the country. She cannot have disappeared completely.”

 

I pace the living room, as our memories of being together floods me relentlessly. The way her moans echoed when I dropped to my knees and devoured her soaked pussy against the hallway wall, her juices running down my chin. How her full tits bounced wildly as I fucked her hard on the kitchen island, sucking her nipples raw while slamming deep into her cervix. The filthy sight of my thick cock sliding between her breasts as she licked the leaking head eagerly will always undo me whenever I rememeber it. The way her tight cunt clenched and milked me when I railed her on the bedroom floor, grinding into her womb until she screamed my name and squirted around me.

 

My cock hardens painfully which happens frequently these days especially whenever I am all alone. I pull it out and stroke it roughly, closing my eyes, I keep imagining her riding me reverse cowgirl, her ass rippling with every bounce while I spanked her red. How she came so hard when I fucked her mercilessly with my cock stroking her clit. I come with a low groan, thick release spilling over my fist, but the release brings only emptiness.

 

I clean up and pour another whiskey. Natalie has been dealt with ... quietly blacklisted from every important circle. But punishing her feels pointless now. The real damage walks free in this city somewhere, carrying the memory of how perfectly she took every inch of me.

 

I should be out there looking for her myself. Instead, stubborn pride keeps me rooted. She signed the papers. She left after I claimed her body so thoroughly night after night. If she can walk away so easily, then maybe this is what she truly wants.

 

I am not chasing her.

 

Yet. I would rather not do so now ... sepecially as I want to have a bit of control over our relationship.

 

 

 

ISABELLA’S POV

 

 

My first week in London passes in a blur of registration, orientation sessions, and setting up my small apartment. I attend lectures on financial innovation and begin drafting my startup business plan ...a platform that helps families restructure and escape crushing debt. The work keeps my mind busy during the day.

 

At night, it is harder. The nausea comes in waves, and the loneliness hits harder. I lie in bed with my hand on my stomach, remembering Ethan’s body pressed against mine. The heat of his mouth between my thighs. The stretch of his thick cock as he fucked me deep and raw in every room. The way he filled me again and again until his cum leaked down my thighs.

 

I miss him. I hate that I miss him.

 

But I remind myself of the truth ... he hid the information about Natalie. He treated our intense passion as nothing more than a habit. He suggested the morning-after pill the very first night we slept together. He does not want a child with me. He does not want me.

 

This baby and I will build a new life here. Without him.

 

 

 

ETHAN’S POV

 

 

Another week passes with no solid leads. My team has checked hotels, financial firms, and transportation hubs across the country. Nothing. Sofia continues to insist Isabella is still somewhere local, but her answers feels too polished.

 

I sit in my office staring at the torn papers on the floor. The regret I tried to bury is now a constant roar in my chest. I remember the way she looked at me when I was buried deep inside her, the way her body responded so perfectly to mine, the way she came apart in my arms night after night.

 

And I let her go.

 

I pour another drink and stare out at the city lights, wondering where she is tonight. Whether she is safe. Whether she is thinking about me the way I cannot stop thinking about her.

 

But I must continue searching for her.

 

Because deep down, I know I am running out of time.