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Isabella 40.

The place Robert kept my mother was located in a serene neighborhood just a few kilometers away from the city. It was a high rise loft with a garage and chimney. I pulled over in front of driveway and got out.

The apartment had a homely appearance and I remembered that Robert and I had spoken about moving into a house like this whenever we get married. It made me sick to my stomach as made my way to the door.

The door opened before I got to it. Robert was standing there in the front with a pleasant smile on his face. He was in a black corporate trousers and tucked in white long sleeve shirt.

"Welcome, Isabella, Mom is waiting," He said with a beam.

He moved in to hug.

"You touch me, I scream," I coldly said to him. He faltered awkwardly in response.

He made way for me to enter into the loft. It was spacious and well furnished with eighties era furniture mixed with modern architecture. It was exactly as I had pictured it but I felt nothing but disgust as