Semua Bab ISABELLA (The Night that ruined me): Bab 61 - Bab 70

GRANNY HILLARY’S POV Things haven’t been the same since the court hearing and the final decision. I could feel it .. the silence in this house, the heaviness in the air. My grandson, once proud and strong, has become a shadow of himself. Drake barely eats, barely sleeps. He just stares into space most nights, lost in thoughts I can’t reach. Damn that woman… Isabella. I don’t care what Drake did or didn’t do. He made her who she is ..gave her everything she could ever dream of. How dare she turn her back on him now? How dare she tear our family apart after everything he did for her? Ungrateful brat. I breathed out sharply, trying to calm my chest, but anger was all I could taste. Then suddenly .. crash! The sound of glass breaking echoed through the quiet house, sharp enough to make my heart jump. I hurried down the stairs as fast as my old legs could carry me. “Drake!” I called out, fear gripping me. When I reached the living room, the sight before me nearly stopped my heart.

ISABELLA POVThe sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft stripes of light across the wooden floor. Everything was quiet. Peaceful, almost. But I felt none of it.I sat at the edge of the bed, still in my robe, hair damp from the shower I didn’t remember taking. My hands rested on my lap, fingers twined together too tightly. The silence in the house was heavy. Smothering.I had won.Eva was mine. Legally, completely. The judge had ruled in my favor. I was granted sole custody, just like Xavier wanted.And yet... I didn’t feel victorious.If anything, I felt... lost.A part of me had been waiting for a sense of relief, a sense of freedom. But it never came. The weight in my chest hadn’t lifted. If anything, it had grown heavier. More unbearable.I closed my eyes, and the memory of Drake's face appeared..his tear-stained eyes, the way his voice cracked when he begged me not to do this. The way Eva screamed after him as he walked out the door.It haunted me.I told myself I did w

EVA POVThe teacup ride went round and round.I laughed a lot. My tummy tickled. I held Rosie tight…my pink bunny. Angel Xavy sat next to me and smiled a lot. Mama smiled too, but not all the way.I saw it.She looked sad inside her eyes.We got off and walked past the candy place. I wanted cotton candy, but I didn’t ask yet. Mama looked too quiet.Then I saw someone.Far away.She looked like Mama.But not my Mama.Her eyes were not nice. Her smile was too big. She stared at us like we were dolls.“Papa…” I whispered and pointed.He looked, but she was gone.Maybe I was wrong.But I didn’t like her.She was scary.Later, at home, I sat on Mama’s bed. Angel Xavy brushed my hair. Mama got ready in the mirror.“Did you have fun today?” she asked.I nodded.But then I remembered.“Mama… I saw someone at the park. She looked like you.”Mama turned fast. “What do you mean?”“She looked like you but not nice. She smiled too much. Then she hit her face like this…” I slapped my cheek gently.

XAVIER POVI paced the room, barefoot on cold marble, hands tight at my sides.I had just passed Isabella’s room… and heard everything.Her voice.Camille’s voice.Whispers that stabbed deeper than any blade.“She looked like me… she smiled too wide… Eva saw her too…”My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.My jaw locked.My skin burned.She had seen Diva.That damn girl.The one I tried to bury in the past.But she was crawling back up… just like a ghost.I stopped pacing, looking at my reflection in the mirror.My muscles were tight, my face tense. I looked like I could break something.And maybe I would.My hand reached for the edge of the dresser …but stopped short. Not yet.I turned, breathing hard. My mind raced with memories I didn’t want. Her voice. Her body. Her scars.I thought I erased her.I made her.And she was using that against me now.I walked to the window and looked out. The moon hung like an eye, watching. Judging.I pulled my phone from the table and

Drake’s POVI’ve been quiet.Too quiet.Not because I’ve accepted the loss… but because I’ve been watching.From the sidelines.It started with a drawing Eva posted on her school page.A woman beside her. A smile too wide. The caption read: “Me and Mommy at the park.”But it wasn’t Isabella.It wasn’t even close.That same woman appeared again in another post. Then Eva drew her again at the bottom corner of a card she made for school. When I zoomed in… it hit me like a wave.She looked like Isabella. But something was… off.Then last week, when I bumped into Camille at the pharmacy, I overheard Eva call someone “fake mommy” before Camille quickly ended the call.I haven’t been able to sleep properly since.Something’s wrong.I can feel it.Even Xavier’s been moving strangely. He’s been showing up at places with Eva like they’re some perfect father-daughter duo. Always in the spotlight. Always smiling.But those smiles look forced.And Isabella? She hasn’t returned a single message. No