All Chapters of Eleven Months As My CEO's Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Throughout the night, Isabella couldn't sleep, her tears kept falling like rain as her mind replayed Zoe’s confession. Her heart longed for Jack's love, a love that seemed impossible.As dawn broke, Isabella’s phone popped up with a message that made her heart ache more– it was a message from the hospital where her mother was receiving treatment.The message read– “Ms Isabella, we need you to know that Mr. Victor Mason has stopped paying your mother's medical fees. Kindly come to the hospital to sort out the bills.” With a shaking hands, Isabella dialed Victor’s number, but had to cut the call after remembering her supposed amnesia. “What am I going to do,” she whispered with her eyes welling up with tears. She didn't have any savings to continue her mother’s treatment and didn't know how to ask Jack for help. Her head throbbed with worry, and her stomach growled for food– she had gone to bed without dinner. She decided to head downstairs and get something to eat, before thinking o

Isabella's depression consumed her, that she didn't leave her room throughout the day, not even to eat. Her mother's illness weighed heavily on her and the investigation that was growing risky each day made her head throbbed. How would she continue her mother's treatment? How would she move freely without being spied on? The soft knock on her door jolted her out of her thoughts. With her weak self, clutching her aching abdomen, she made her way to the door. Her eyes widened as she saw Jack standing at the door– she had thought it was Nancy. “I was told you’ve locked yourself inside since I left for work. Are you alright?” Jack said, his stern expression in contrast with his soft, concerned tone. Isabella was too stunned to speak, her mind racing with questions. Was Jack being nice because of her advice? “Are you ok?” Jack asked again and Isabella slowly nodded. “I’m expecting you downstairs for dinner, don't keep me waiting,” Jack said firmly, his tone leaving no room for her a

“You have no idea how much I detest you!” The woman spat, her jaw clenched. Isabella’s body was trembling uncontrollably. At that point, her only prayer was for the ground to open up and swallow her.“Watch your back,” The woman said again, her voice deadly low. She shoved Isabella aside and stormed past her, nearly knocking her off balance. Isabella’s muscles tightened as she struggled to stand, and then stormed out of the house. “Are you okay, ma’am?” Isabella’s bodyguard said, rushing to her side. Noticing her rapid breath, he sensed danger and instinctively moved to storm into the house to find out, but Isabella weakly restrained him. “Don't worry, let's go.” Isabella whispered, her breath heavy as she handed over her bag to him. Throughout Isabella’s journey back home, her heart remained unsettled, and her head throbbed with questions– Who was the woman? And why did she hate her so much, even though Isabella didn't know her? Isabella grabbed her phone, wanting to message Ben

Isabella jolted awake at the loud knock on her door. Groggily, she grabbed her phone, the screen lighting up to reveal the time— she had only managed to sleep for two hours, her burdened heart had kept her awake late. A loud yawn escaped her throat as she rubbed her eyes, and then stumbled towards the door. “Good morning, ma’am,” Nancy greeted with a smile. “Nancy, good morning. You disturbed my sleep, what do you want?” Isabella replied, still yawning. “I'm sorry, ma’am. Master sent me to tell to get ready; you need to go to the family house with him,” Nancy said gently, her words instantly clearing Isabella’s fogginess.“The family house?” She repeated, raising an eyebrow and Nancy nodded in response. “What's happening there?” She asked, her voice laced with unease.“I don't know ma'am but I don't think it's something bad,” Nancy replied, her expression reassuring, but Isabella’s anxiety still lingered.“Are you sure?” Isabella pressed. “Yes, ma’am,” Nancy replied with a smile.

Victor Mason woke up to find Grace’s side of the bed empty, which was unusual as she was a late riser. Groggily, he sat up and yawned, calling out, “Darling, are you in the bathroom?” But there was no response. Still half asleep, he got up and went to check on her. His gaze landed on the wardrobe, and his eyes widened in confusion – Grace's side was almost empty. He rushed over to confirm what he was seeing, and clearly enough, most of Grace's dresses were gone, and a letter lay in plain sight. With a racing heart, he snatched up the letter, and tore open the envelope. His eyes scanned the content and his heart skipped a beat as he stared at a divorce paper. His body stiffened, frozen in shock as he tried to make sense of what was happening— Grace had disappeared without any explanation, but a divorce paper. They had been good before going to bed; what could have happened? Had Isabella confessed to her? Victor's anger boiled over as he grabbed his phone, his fingers trembling wit