All Chapters of Betrayed by love : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Isabella's Pov I moved away from the main hall into the hallway space which connected to the various decorative areas of the building. The faint sound of the gala had disappeared when I stepped away from the main hall while people continued to laugh and champagne glasses made contact with each other and people showed their appreciation with soft applause. The space here made the air seem heavy because of its quietness which disrupted the natural flow of the estate's atmosphere. I used the wall for support while my heart raced to warn me about something I needed to avoid.I walked through the space with purposeful yet slow movements. My heels created a quiet rhythm on the marble floor which differed completely from my previous active state in the main hall. I needed to find a hidden space which would allow me to breathe freely while I thought without being watched by my acquaintances and neighbors and Victor.I stopped next to the tall vase which held white orchids and took a slow bre

Isabella’s povThe party noise. I was taken back to my past. The big room seemed to move from me. I remembered all the hurtful things people said and did to me. My chest. I held my dress tightly like it could protect me from my emotions.I remembered when Victor first saw me after the abortion. He was angry. Also confused and hurt. I wanted to explain why I made that choice because I loved my mom. The hospital room still haunts me. The smell, the beeps and Victors stance as he processed the truth. That moment broke us. No apology could fix it.Margarets plan embarrassed me when the paternity test results came out. The party guests were shocked my mom was. Victor was silent. I felt like I was drowning in peoples judgment with no privacy or dignity. Every picture every word and every hidden note made me feel like I was being watched.Victor was there for me when I passed out. His hands were protective and steady. I wanted to be angry. His care and concern made me feel otherwise. I still

Victor's Pov My eyes remained fixed on Isabella.I advanced toward her while I wanted to take up all of the space she needed and I wanted to stay committed to my current goal. The moment I got closer to her territory I detected her anxious state through her body language that showed the slight tremor in her hands and her behavior of pulling her dress hemline down to find comfort in the material. The presence of her being made me remember things which included moments of treachery and confusion yet I still remembered those times of kindness and compassion which I could not erase from my memory.“Isabella,” I said softly, allowing the warmth in my voice to bridge the gap. She turned her head slightly to enable us to see each other while she showed a brief moment of recognizing me before her eyes shifted to the ground.“I… I’m not sure if—” she began, her voice barely audible over the orchestra.I interrupted her speech by cutting it short while I gave her a calming smile. “You don’t need

Isabella's Pov The mixture of music and laughter and the soft clinking of glasses created a feeling which made me want to leave. My chest became tight because I realized my emotional state had reached a breaking point which made me vulnerable to all the stress from the night and Victor's presence. I required air and space together with distance because I needed every resource available to help me heal from my emotional trauma before I reached the point of public emotional breakdown.I need a moment to myself because I spoke this quiet statement to all present while I intended it more for personal use. My hidden feelings came out through my low-tone voice which could be heard by everyone in the room. I used a nodding motion to leave Victor's side while my body language remained rigid to show calmness should my stomach continue to experience nervousness and residual adrenaline from the situation.The hallways outside the grand ballroom became quiet because the soft light from crystal

Isabella's Pov The morning light entered through my apartment's sheer curtains which created a soft golden ambiance that illuminated the familiar disorder of my living space. The side table contained empty coffee mugs from last night which had been abandoned during the procession stress after the gala. I bent my fingers toward the steam which rose above my cup because the bitter scent of coffee reminded me that I needed to stay active throughout the rest of the day.I examined my image in the hallway mirror while I fixed my dress hem and released the tension from my shoulders and my jawline. The way I carried myself and my ability to stay composed and my choice to battle anxiety through inner strength they all carried equal importance. I had to face Victor today. The time had come for me to face the conflict which had been building between us. My heartbeat matched the sound of a drum which persisted to echo my racing thoughts.I dropped onto the sofa's border while my mind raced with