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Isabel clamped her hand over her mouth, pressing hard to stop the sob that wanted to break out. Her body shook all over. Her mind screamed only one thing...what the heck. She stumbled back down the hall, her feet barely making a sound, until she reached her room. She pushed the door shut fast and locked it, twisting the lock twice to be sure. Her back hit the wood, her chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow breaths. Her eyes darted around the room like she expected Lena to come crawling out of the shadows. She whispered to herself, voice shaking, “No… no this can’t be true. Lena? Mom?” Her legs gave way and she slid down the door, her hand still clamped over her mouth. Hot tears spilled through her fingers. “She held me… she comforted me,” she choked, shaking her head. “How could she… how could she do this?” She pushed herself back up and started pacing fast across the carpet, her arms wrapped tight around her stomach. “The intruder,” she muttered to herself, her thou

Isaac didn’t waste time after Isabel stormed out. He didn’t go after her. His anger was too raw, too sharp. He needed to deal with the rot in his house first. He found Vera in one of the guest lounges. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, face buried in her hands. She was sobbing, shoulders shaking like she was the victim in all of this. “Stop crying,” Isaac’s voice was low and cold as he shut the door behind him. Her head shot up, eyes red, lips trembling. “Isaac, please… I never wanted it to be like this. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” He crossed the room in two strides, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her to her feet. Her gasp broke through the air. He slammed her back against the wall, one arm pressed against her chest to pin her there. “Cut the act,” he said flatly. His eyes burned into hers. “You think tears will work on me?” “Isaac, I’m carrying your child,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I’m scared too...” His jaw clenched. He leaned closer, his breath cold

The doctor looked down for a moment before meeting Isaac’s eyes again. “We saved her,” he said quietly. “But the babies didn’t make it.” Isaac’s breath caught. “What?” The doctor repeated it, slower this time. “We managed to stabilize her. She’s alive. But we couldn’t save the babies. There was too much damage, and her body went into shock.” Isaac took a step back, his hand gripping the wall for balance. “You’re saying… they’re gone?” The doctor nodded once. “I’m sorry. It was the only way to save her life.” The doctor sighed. “I know. She was very weak when she came in. Her blood pressure dropped too low. If we delayed the surgery, you would have lost her too.” Isaac looked at him sharply. “How long until she wakes up?” “It may take a while,” the doctor said. “She lost a lot of blood. We have her sedated so her body can rest.” Isaac’s voice came out hoarse. “When can I see her?” “Mr. Dun...” He didn’t wait for the answer. He pushed past the doctor and started wa

It had been five days since the surgery. The doctors said she was strong enough to go home. Strong enough. Isaac had wanted to laugh at that. There was nothing left in her that looked strong. The car was silent. The sound of the tires on the road was the only thing that filled the space between them. Isabel sat beside him, her face turned toward the window. Her hospital wristband still circled her wrist, pale against her skin. Isaac kept stealing glances at her. Her eyes didn’t blink much. She didn’t even flinch when the car hit a bump. Her hands stayed still on her lap. He tried softly, his voice low. “Are you comfortable?” No answer. He shifted closer, his hand resting on her thigh. His thumb rubbed slow circles, trying to comfort her. She didn’t move, didn’t pull away, didn’t even look down. It was like touching a statue. “Isabel,” he said quietly. “You need to eat something when we get back.” Still nothing. He sighed, leaning back against the seat. He hadn’t push

THREE YEARS LATER“Sorry, Martin,” Isabel said, pushing the mop harder across the floor. Her back ached, but she kept her head down. “I’ll finish in five minutes.” “You said that ten minutes ago,” Martin snapped from behind the counter. “You think this place cleans itself?” She bit her lip and nodded. “I know. I’m almost done.” “You’re always almost done,” he muttered, wiping his hands on a rag. “You’re lucky I even keep you here, Isabel. Other cleaners don’t need babysitting.” She forced a weak smile. “Thank you for keeping me here.” Martin gave a short laugh. “Don’t sound so grateful, just be faster next time.” She wrung out the mop and leaned it against the bucket. “Can I go now? I’ll be back early tomorrow.” “Yeah, yeah,” he said, waving a hand. “You better head home fast. You’ve got a new client tomorrow. One of our best.” Her stomach tightened. “Alright, Martin. What’s the name?” He smirked. “You’ll find out when you get there. Just don’t screw it up.” She