Semua Bab Unworthy No More : Bab 1 - Bab 5

Isla's POV It was barely more than a whisper. “Viola… I loved you so deep… don’t leave me. I only love you…” The words were not meant for me. I stood there, frozen at the threshold of his hospital room, the scent of antiseptic sharp in my nose, and for a second, I genuinely believed I was dreaming. No, hallucinating. Maybe I had been up too long. Maybe my brain was making things up because it could not handle any more disappointment. But then he said it again. “Viola... I missed you every day.” I did not move. In fact, I could not move. The bouquet of pink carnations slipped from my hand and scattered across the linoleum like forgotten confetti. He once told me carnations reminded him of his parents' love. I bought them every time I visited a hospital, just in case they cheered him up. But right now, I wanted to stomp on them. He lay there with his eyes closed, still pale from the surgery, the monitor rhythmically beeping beside him. His lashes fluttered as if he were still dream

Isla’s POVI walked out of the hospital without once looking back. No tears fell from my eyes. There was no way I could cry over a scumbag. I felt no hesitation whatsoever and I offered no apologies.He had chosen her. That much was clear. I had clung to silence for too long, and now it had become my own noose. But no more. I was done waiting to be loved. Done waiting to matter. Heck, I was done being an afterthought, a spare tyre. The only thing I had left now was Sophie, my adorable daughter, and the promise I silently made to her as I stepped into the unknown: I will not let you grow up thinking this is love.I reached the sidewalk and raised my hand to hail a cab. It did not stop. Another passed again. I let out a self deprecating chuckle. "Even the universe is reprimanding me for my foolishness," I thought. A third tried to stop, but someone else stole it. Then I opened my purse and froze. No wallet. No cards. No cash. Just crushed receipts and old Band-Aids.My stomach twisted w

Isla’s POVThe rain had slowed to a stubborn drizzle, but the cold lingered in my bones. Sophie had stopped crying. Now she just stared, vacant and quiet, her damp curls stuck to her forehead, her cheeks pale beneath streaks of grime. Her small hand clutched my coat with just enough strength to remind me she had not let go.Yet. My knees ached from crouching. My palms stung from the rough concrete. My clothes were soaked, and felt heavy. The cold and humiliation, were clinging to me like failure itself. The puddle near the curb still rippled from when the Maybach sliced through it, baptizing us in filth like we were something to be washed away.I had never felt so unseen. Never once had I ever felt so small. I curled my arms tighter around Sophie and looked up, not expecting anything, just watching water slither down the street lamps like tears I refused to shed.And then....that sound. The low, velvety purr of an engine. I turned my head. The Maybach was back. The same one that splas