All Chapters of Betrayed by love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Margaret's Pov I had always been proud of my ability to spot the slightest changes, what most people overlooked. A flicker in the eyes of a person, a stammering in words, a letter not answered,all this counted. And recently I had been overhearing too much in the conversation of Adrian and Isabella and something was off. Too many unreturned calls, too many indeterminate excuses, too much silence.I leant back in my chair, and the late afternoon sun shadowing my office. I tapped my fingers on the mahogany desk as I read the series of messages that I had eavesdropped. Adrian was fidgety and evasive, and above all, unusually distracted. All his explanations to me sounded formal, almost self-defensive. And Isabella. where was she to be found when I inquired. There was a change of some kind and I would discover what.“Margaret?” The voice of Adrian on the telephone woke me out of my reveries.“Don’t be so surprised, Adrian” I said, voice relaxed, in command. “You have been harassing me wit

Victor's Pov Darkness had fallen upon the city, and the amber light streaming through the windows of the apartments had long shadows over the room. I was standing in the hall before the door of Isabella and looking at the little bag of take out that I had brought. It was an insignificant thing, I suppose, but I hoped it would take some of the sting out of her walls. My heart had been slowly, unremittingly aching since the first place I saw her in this apartment, and it had simply been enlarged each time I happened to be able to see her distance.She opened the door at length, and I caught a glimpse of the warning in her eyes. She stood on her guard, and her shoulders were tight, and her purse was on her breast like a breast of armour.“ I guess you can come in,” she said reluctantly, stepping aside but not fully opening the door.“Thanks” I said to myself and I walked in, placing the bag on the counter.“ I figured we might have dinner,Not anything fancy, it will keep you from starvin

Adrian's Pov I had not anticipated talking to Eleanor and the call was a surprise to me.Eleanor addressed me by telling me that, ‘‘Adrian you should know what is going on with Isabella since she is pregnant’’.The words lodged in my heart like a solid weight that I was unable to take out. My head was no longer working as it was fighting between two states of unbelief and denial. ‘‘Wh... what... What do you mean, pregnant?” I enquired, more tighter in voice than I hoped.Eleanor told me that Isabella was pregnant since Eleanor told me that she was carrying a child. Eleanor said that Isabella required assistance as she was having problems and needed guidance. The word was going round my head. She had a hard time living. My heart sank and clenched with guilt and yet something more acute,fear. I had hurt her, I had injured her dignity by my actions which I yet could not quite confess to myself, but now... this?This complication was purely mine despite not having a direct connection t

Margaret's Pov I had been watching the chaos unfold for long. I had to do something. Isabella was acting strange. She was often absent, secretive and panicked when Victors name came up. Adrian deserved better than this. I wasn't going to let some reckless woman ruin his life or reputation.I had been observing Isabella closely. Her apartment was like a stage. She was performing for someone. I wasn't sure who. The hints were clear. If she was having a child that changed everything.I decided to take action. If Adrian was going to stay out of trouble I needed to find the truth. Isabella wouldn't tell me voluntarily. So I arranged a paternity test. No confrontation, no hints, only Results. It was the way to protect Adrian and the family name.I started monitoring Isabella. I kept my distance and Always kept an eye on her. Every time she answered a call or Victor showed up I took note. Her reactions were telling. She would glance nervously, stiffen slightly and tuck her hand near her stoma

Isabella's Pov A quiet start for a day, and still Determined to get things done - cleaning rooms, sorting clutter, while pushing away memories of the baby, Victor, that last talk with Adrian. Yet peace never lasted, not really. Stillness cracked like thin ice under weight.By late morning Eleanor showed up, with a tote bag heavy with tools for order, driven by that stubborn care only parents know. The kitchen counter became her base right away - she lined up my bought food in rows while I stood close, eyes fogged from sleep lost hours before.“Isabella, you’re doing it all wrong,” she said, reaching over to move a stack of canned goods. “The heavier items go on the bottom. You’ll crush the bread otherwise.”“I know how to sort the groceries,” I said, sounding more tense than I meant to.Her eyes locked onto mine. Tension shows.“What is happening with you,Isabella?”I brushed it off like it meant little. “Not much,Only worn out.”Of course she didn’t believe it. Eleanor never ha