Semua Bab Twisted Obsession: My Billionaire Husband Regrets Losing Me: Bab 31 - Bab 40

ISABELLA’S POVMy head is a slow, insistent drumbeat before I even open my eyes.I wake up to a dry mouth and a dull ache behind my eyes. For a few seconds I don't know where I am. Then the familiar ceiling of my own bedroom comes into focus. I look down on my body to see that I am still wearing my black dress, though it is twisted around my waist. My shoes are gone, and my face feels clean.How did I get here...I try to search my memories but the answer only comes in pieces. From the club, to the drinks, I can remeber dancing with Sofia, where is she? Simultaneously I remember a strong hands lifting me up. At the same I can hear Ethan’s voice, sitting in his car, his mouth on mine, my hands under his shirt. I eventually pull him down to my level. But he stopped me.Heat crawls up my neck. Embrassed I sit up too quickly and the room suddenly tilts. I press the heel of my hand against my forehead and wait for it to settle. There is a glass of water and an empty electrolyte packet on th

ISABELLA'S POVI decide not tell him that I've already decided to say yes anyway...not because Aunt Lottie earned this favor, but because looking at him lying helplessly in a hospital bed while pleading with me not to make this into a war while he's too weak to watch it happen mess with my head, and some costs are mine to carry and some lesson are also mine to teach others.I just hold his hand until Esme comes back with a bag of chips and complains that the elevator took forever. Aunt Lottie had said she was going to let me think about her request but had also left her darling daughter alone with me in the hospital. Thankfully I had Ethan move the twins, it is never too much planning when it concerns Lottie and Esme.So getting home, I give Esme the guest room not bothering to giver her a tour of anywhere else. It is not like her high and mighty self will bother to notice things she deems not worthy. She stands in the doorway of the house for a long moment after we arrive, looking ar

ISABELLA'S POVImmediately I walk in, Esme doesn't wait for me to take my coat off before she fires her question."You're back late," she says from the kitchen island, there is a mug in both her hands, the overhead lights are off and only the small lamp by the stove is lit. She must have been sitting there a while. "Like I told you before I left, I have some errands to do.""Until nine at night?" She tilts her head. "What kind of errands are those?"I set my keys in the bowl by the door, carefully, so my hands have something to do. "Esme, I'm tired. Can we do this tomorrow?""I just want to understand." Her voice is soft, with no edge in it, which is how I know she's been rehearsing this moment. "I understand that you are doing me a favor by allowing me to stay with you while I sort out my housing issues but that doesn’t mean that you get to leave me here and disappear, now you come home smelling like garlic and baby shampoo."My stomach drops immediately."Baby shampoo?" I repeat.

ETHAN'S POVImmediately I end the call, I call out my house manager.I am so glad about this situation. If not anything it has made Isabelle seek for my help twice, and she has not fight me at every turn especially when I mention the word Together. Soon the house appears with two other help, I instruct them on what to do and they immediately get to it. The penthouse has four bedrooms. One is mine, one is for the twins', one is a place I use as my home study, though I place a bed in there in the recent months and the one is a guest room I put in order for her weeks ago and have not, in all that time, let myself hope too much that she might crash here one day.I inform Mrs. Sue to prepare the room for the visitor, and to move everything I got for Isabelle to my room. Also to dismantle every surface that looks good to sleep on in the study. I put a call to the building manager to inform him about Esme, since I never removed Isabelle's registration from the building. She is still registe

ISABELLA'S POV"Answer it if you want," I say.Esme looks shocked by my response. She looks down at the phone, then at me. I think she expected me to grab it or beg her not to.So she lets it ring until it goes to voicemail and the screen goes dark."Huh," she says."What?""Nothing. I thought you'd stop me, I'm surprised you didn't.""I'm not going to stop you. You'll tell her anyway."Hearing that she picks her phone up and types something with her thumbs. I can't help but watch her face while she does it. She's angry, I can see that. Her jaw is tight and she won't look at the twins. But under her anger there's something else. Her mouth keeps turning up at one corner. She knows something her mother doesn't, and she likes it.She hits send and puts the phone face down on the counter."You should eat," she says to Liam, in a voice that's almost normal. "You need breakfast.""Mommy says toast makes you stronger," Liam tells her."Does she.""With butter."Mrs. Sue sets a plate in front