Chapter 14

ISABELLA’S POV

 

 

The first week back in the United States feels like stepping into a half-remembered dream. The house Sofia helped me find is warm and spacious, with a small garden where Liam and Lila can run and play. My twins are adjusting faster than I expected. Liam, with his father’s dark hair and intense eyes, already claims the biggest toy truck as his own. Lila, bright and curious, follows me everywhere, clutching her favorite stuffed bear.

 

I visit my father the second day. He looks frail in the hospital bed, the debt I once married to clear now replaced by illness. He reaches for my hand with tears in his eyes.

 

“You came back,” he whispers.

 

“For you,” I reply softly. I do not mention the twins yet. Not until he is stronger. Not until I am ready.

 

My career as a Financial Analyst has opened doors here too. I have meetings scheduled with old contacts and new investors interested in my debt-relief platform. The work keeps me busy during the day, but the nights are harder. Once the twins are asleep, the memories return.

 

The intensity of those early days after the drug. The way everything between us felt consuming. The way he filled me again and again, deep in my womb, until I carried his children. The silence that followed when truth mattered most. Those nights felt like fire. Now they feel like ghosts. 

 

I touch my stomach, thinking of the two lives that grew from those passionate, reckless nights. He never knew. He never will, if I can help it.

 

 

ETHAN’S POV

 

 

Three years, and one airport sighting is enough to unravel my control. I know she is back in the country. I saw her with my own eyes. Yet she has made no contact, and my attempts to reach her through Sofia and her father have yielded nothing useful.

I sit in my office staring at the latest report from my security team. There is no confirmed address or recent financial activity under her name. Sofia claims she does not know Isabella’s exact location and insists she is simply taking time for herself. I do not believe her.

The image of Isabella at the airport refuses to leave me. She looked strong. Independent. Beautiful in a way that hit me harder than I expected. I walked past her like she was nothing. Like I had not spent months buried inside her, claiming every inch of her body until she screamed my name and fainted from pleasure.

I stand at the window with whiskey in my hand, the city lights blurring below me. The penthouse feels larger and emptier with each passing day. The silence presses on me like a heavy rock. I remember the quiet competence with which she once managed this space. The way conversations once lingered here. The way the distance between us sometimes felt smaller in private moments.

I remember the way her tight cunt gripped my thick cock when I pounded into her. The obscene sounds of her squirting while I ate her for hours. How perfectly she took me in every position. 

 

My cock hardens at the memories of her on her knees, looking up at me with those dark eyes as I fucked her throat. I nearly cum, rather I let out a low groan, filled with only frustration.

 

She is back. And I cannot stop thinking about her.

 

I pour another whiskey and stare at the city lights. I will continue my search for her. I will find her. But part of me wonders what I will do when I do.

 

 

ISABELLA’S POV

 

 

The days settle into a careful routine. Mornings are for the twins ... breakfast, playtime, teaching them simple words. Afternoons are for work and hospital visits with my father. He is improving slowly, but the doctors remain cautious. I still have not told him about Liam and Lila. The timing never feels right.

 

One evening, after putting the twins to bed, Sofia comes over with wine and takeout. We sit on the couch like old times.

 

“He saw me at the airport,” I tell her quietly. “He looked right through me. Ignored me completely.”

 

Sofia raises an eyebrow. “Good. That means he didn’t see the kids.”

 

I nod, relief and a strange ache mixing in my chest. “He has no idea. And I want to keep it that way. The twins are mine. They don’t need a father who treated their mother like a temporary habit after the drug wore off.”

 

Sofia squeezes my hand. “You’re doing the right thing. Focus on your career and those beautiful babies. You’ve built something incredible in three years.”

 

I smile, but later that night I lie awake, hand on my stomach, remembering the night Ethan first took me after the drug. The raw hunger. The way he lost control and claimed me in every room. The passion that felt so real in the moment but proved hollow in the end.

 

 

ETHAN’S POV

 

 

Another week passes with no new leads. My team is frustrated. I am more so. It is as if she doesn't go to the hospital to visit her father because she has'nt 

 

I stand in the guest room again, picking up a silk robe she left behind. It still carries the faintest trace of her vanilla scent. My body reacts instantl when I press the fabric to my face, remembering how she rode me in this very room, her breasts bouncing as I sucked them raw. How she let me tie her wrists and fuck her senseless until she collapsed.

 

I need to find her. Not just to close the chapter, but because the thought of her out there, living without me, is becoming unbearable.

 

I will turn over every stone in this country until I find the woman who once fit so perfectly in my arms.

 

 

ISABELLA’S POV

 

 

The weeks turn into a month. My father improves enough to come home. I finally introduce him to his grandchildren. The look on his face when he meets Liam and Lila is worth every sacrifice. He cries. I cry. The twins charm him instantly.

 

Life feels fuller. My startup gains traction. Investors are interested and I am building something real.

 

Yet late at night, when the house is quiet, I still remember Ethan and the cold indifference in his eyes. The way he pretended I did not exist.

 

“We are better off without you.”

 

But a small part of me wonders if he ever thinks of me at all.