บททั้งหมดของ The Light Through His Darkness: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Isabella POVThe car ride from the pastry shop to my parents’ house felt longer than it actually was. Dean and Ben sat in the front seats, as I stared out the window, my thoughts spinning. Seeing the shop closed earlier had been a shock. It was rare for Mom to close the shop during the day, unless something serious happened.When we pulled up in front of the house, Ben slightly turned to me. "Do you want us to come with you, ma’am?"I shook my head, forcing a small smile. "No, it’s fine. Just wait here."Dean gave me a short nod.As I stepped out of the car, I smoothed my dress and made my way to the front porch. The neighborhood was quiet as I raised my hand at the door, knocking a few times. It didn’t take long before the door swung open to reveal my Mom, her expression shifting from surprise to sheer joy in a heartbeat."Isabella!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me before I could say a word."Hi, Mom." I managed to say, my voice muffled by her embrace.She pulled back,

Isabella POVI blinked against the dimness of the room, stretching slightly under the warmth of the covers. Turning my head, my gaze settled on Justin, slumped over on the sofa in the corner.His laptop sat open on the coffee table, the screen dark but still on. He’d fallen asleep there again, his tie loosened and his shirt wrinkled, one hand loosely resting near the keyboard.I slipped out of bed as softly as I could so I wouldn’t wake him. Pulling a blanket off the chair near the bed, I walked over to him. For a moment, I stood there, watching him breathe steadily.I didn't know how he managed to push himself like this night after night.Carefully, I unfolded the blanket over him, adjusting it slightly so it covered his shoulders. Then, I closed his laptop and stepped back.Turning, I made my way out of the bedroom. The house was quiet and bathed in darkness. I walked down the hallway toward the kitchen as I combed a hand through my tangled hair. My stomach rumbled softly, looki

Justin POV Isabella held my gaze for a moment before breaking into a soft laugh. "Actually, your mother sent me; she said you’ve been distant since that argument with Mr. Tom and wondered if I could talk you into attending dinner tonight." She explained, glancing around at my desk.I sighed, leaning back in my seat. "Dinner, huh? And what do you think?"She tilted her head at me, a playful smile tugging at her lips."I think you'll end up going." She said lightly, her confidence poking at me.I shook my head, already thinking of an excuse. "I’ve got work to do. Deadlines to meet."She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Come on, Justin. I already promised you’d join us. Don’t make me a liar."I smirked, shaking my head again, enjoying her mild frustration. But then I caught her staring at me with those damn eyes—wide and soft.I groaned, narrowing my eyes at her. "Stop looking at me like that."She frowned, tilting her head in mock innocence. "What eyes, Justin?"Standing, I watched as her

Isabella POV I descended the stairs in a casual evening dress, the hem brushing just above my knees, paired with simple flats. Justin stepped through the front door just as I reached the landing, his presence drawing my attention. A faint smile tugged at my lips; he’d come home earlier than I expected.He stood in the foyer, briefcase in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other, his sharp eyes fixed on me as I approached."You made it after all." I said, stepping close enough to unbutton his jacket.He nodded quietly, his gaze softening slightly."Justin!" Miss Sonia’s warm voice carried across the room before Justin could speak.We both turned to see her walking toward us, a pleased smile on her face. "Son, I’m glad you could make it for dinner." She said, her hands clasped in front of her.Justin nodded, handing her the wine without hesitation. "I’ll check on Stephanie and the medical team before joining you." Miss Sonia nodded, patting his arm before he walked past us and up th

Isabella POVI quietly continued to eat and Miss Sonia’s smile tightened. "But isn’t marriage about commitment? About fighting for what you’ve built?""Yes, but it’s also about knowing when to let go for the sake of happiness." My mother replied, her tone calm as she narrowed her gaze at Miss Sonia. I poured myself a glass of wine, taking a slow sip as I leaned back, hoping to blend into the background.Harden probably sensed the unease and chuckled lightly. "I agree with both of you, but let’s be honest—it wasn’t working.""We were both miserable. It’s better this way." He shrugged, attempting to ease the atmosphere.Miss Sonia sighed deeply, nodding reluctantly. "I just wish you’d tried harder, son."Before the mood could darken further, Aunt Lisa interjected. "Marriage is like a buffet—you try a bit of everything, but sometimes you realize the dish you picked isn't for you.""And that's okay, as long as you enjoy the dessert." Her comment earned a round of light chuckles, easing t