All Chapters of Betrayed by love : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Isabella's Pov Mornings turned into something hard to face. Just standing up took energy I did not have. Brushing teeth? That felt impossible too. Sipping water pulled at what little strength remained. Tiredness stayed constant, pressing down through muscle and marrow alike.Then came the sickness. At first it crept in quietly, just a hint of discomfort easy to brush off. Yet soon after waking up, a sharp churn seized my gut. Just imagining toast - or worse, sipping anything - pulled me toward the bathroom without thinking.Leaning on the kitchen counter, my fingers dug into its edge while a dull ache settled low in my belly. The walls tilted just a bit when I tried to stand straight. "Today won’t work," I muttered under my breath, holding still until the dizziness eased.Right away, Victor saw something shift. Hovering near without rushing in, he stayed alert - quiet yet close - handing over water, urging breaks whenever I tried to shrug it off. Pushing him aside felt necessary, like

Eleanor's Pov Outside, the sun crept through thin fabric, spilling pale across the floor while steam rose from my cup. Life beyond the window moved as it always did, yet everything seemed tilted slightly wrong - out of step with itself. Isabella stayed on my mind, steady as a heartbeat no matter how hard I tried to look away.Lately, absence became common for her. When present, a quiet weight surrounded her movements. Shadowed fatigue followed close behind every step. Tea pouring brought small shakes into her fingers. A faraway gaze settled deep within her eyes - unfamiliar. Not merely tiredness lingered; beneath it hid something kept silent.Moments passed before I realized - this wasn’t just fatigue. Something deeper hummed beneath her silence, subtle but steady. A glance too long, a pause too heavy. Instinct doesn’t shout; it whispers. And mine wouldn’t let go.Into the kitchen walked Isabella, her hair loose and wild, garments creased like she’d come straight from a hurry. That m

Isabella's Pov Out of nowhere, that tightness returned - like the room was shrinking without warning. Secrets never stay buried, not really, they always claw their way up eventually. There was the journal, those unanswered phone rings, moments when my body just gave out, little facts I kept from Eleanor too… everything stacked together like kindling. A single misstep, maybe just silence held too long, then boom.There I was, rooted in the middle of my living room, eyes locked on that tidy pile by the sink - papers from the attorney, grocery slips left behind by Victor, envelopes still sealed, untouched for days. Each piece sat heavy, not just paper but proof things were slipping, one small thing after another.That feeling of losing grip pushed me to act. Slow steps carried me forward, the diary sliding beneath the floorboard near the couch, tucked tight into place. Hidden enough, if someone walked in uninvited. My eyes landed on the phone - Victor’s messages stacked up, Eleanor had

Margaret's Pov I was sitting in the corner of the surveillance van watching the screens that showed every angle of Isabella’s apartment. The light from the screens was shining on my glasses. I could see Isabella clearly. She had no idea I was watching her which was what I wanted. When people do not know they are being watched they let their guard down. That is a weakness I planned to use.Victor was there just like I thought he would be. He was calm and precise. He was always close to Isabella. I could see everything he did every time he paid attention to Isabella. He was carrying groceries in one hand. Fixing a lamp with the other. He was talking to her softly. I could not hear what he was saying. I could guess, though. When he touched her arm she flinched. That told me a lot. She was scared. She felt guilty. She wanted to protect her secret.Then Eleanor arrived. She seemed lighter. She was focused on Isabella. She seemed protective like a mother. I started drumming my fingers on

Eleanor's Pov I went to Isabella's apartment that afternoon. The moment I got there I felt the tension. Isabella answered the door with a smile.. It did not reach her eyes. Usually she is confident and composed. Now she seemed worn down. Every movement she made looked like it took effort." " she said softly. Stepped aside to let me in."Isabella," I replied gently. I noticed the circles under her eyes "You are pushing yourself hard. You look exhausted."She laughed weakly. Waved off my concern.. It felt forced. "I am fine really. Just been a week."I followed her into the living room. The apartment was neat.. Something felt off. The way the cushions were stacked on the blankets. The chairs arranged were too perfect. It was almost defensive. I sat down across from her. I watched as she nervously played with the sleeve of her shirt."Isabella, I need you to be honest with me, " I said, trying to stay calm. "You have been skipping meals, canceling plans and lately you seem distracted