"How's she doing, doctor?" Christian halted pacing in the Weston private hospital waiting bay when the doctor emerged."She's fine for now; although she was dehydrated, we managed to pump enough fluids to get her going. It also seems that she's under stress, and given her condition, her mind shouldn't be dealing with such things." The doctor explained, beckoning Christian to follow him down the white painted wall hallway. There were ocean blue double sided doors on either side, with either wards or rooms behind.Christian had requested for a private room for Isabelle. He wanted her to get the best help and care she could. His limbs felt heavy as they approached her room, his heart beating erratically. If only he had accepted his feelings for Isabelle instead of fighting them off. Wouldn't it have been better if he had not hired Sarah? What if he had been good to Isabelle from day one without insulting her in between?Christian ran a series of what-if scenarios through his mind, shakin
Christian stared at Isabelle as if waiting for an explanation. The nurse blinked slowly, taking in her own words. They sank excruciatingly slowly, her mind delaying in making the connection. There was an almost palpable yet stunning silence in the hospital patient room."Y-you..." Christian faltered. He bent, placing his hands over his knees, trying to suppress the waves of acid that welled up in his stomach. Isabelle put one hand out in defense, fingers wide. She opened her mouth, uncertain as to whether to scream, cry, or talk."Did you..." Christian blinked with incredulity. "I can't be." Isabelle hugged herself, whispering with her eyes staring into space. Sean hung his head, taking in the seriousness of the situation. He almost felt sorry for his friends, but he could see a bright future for them once they got over the news. Instead of leaving, Sean sat on the green sofa just to make sure no violence eventuated. Once the wave of nausea passed, Christian stood up, his muscles in
"At least drink half of it." Sean pushed the bowl of beef soup closer to Isabelle."Sean please." Isabelle whined, the aroma of the thick soup with carrots muddling her stomach. After Christian left and Isabelle got cleared to go home, Sean had insisted on bringing her to his place. She was hesitant at first, but the other option she had was going back to Christian's, which was out of the question."You heard what the doctor said; you are a nurse; you also know how crucial meals are to an expectant woman." Isabelle lifted the ball of soup to her mouth just to stop Sean from reminding her of her situation.He smiled when she sipped, her face contorting when she swallowed. "Keep going." Sean encouraged, earning a scowl from Isabelle. She drank a little bit more, almost half the soup, belching in between."If I take more than that, I won't be able to keep it down." She placed the bowl back on the bedside stool. Sean had given her a room in his penthouse, insisting that she needed peace o
"What are you doing here?" Isabelle croaked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She had just woken up to find Christian by her bedside, staring at her with his red eyes."Not until you hear me out." His voice wasn't any better; it was heavy and shaky. Isabelle couldn't look at his swollen face without remembering his accusations against her and Sean. His blame on the pregnancy and stupid allegations. She shook her head and got out of bed, ignoring him entirely. Barefoot, Isabelle walked towards the door, but Christian was determined to talk to her."Isabelle please, hear me out, please." He intercepted her before she could open the door. Her jaw clenched when he blocked her exit, staring at her with pleading eyes. She refused to utter a word; she walked back to the leather bed and instead faced the large sliding windows. She was staring through the glass, but her mind was too clouded to make out anything on the outside.Christian sighed, following her. "Five years ago, I was engage
"Like I said before, if you think that this child is Sean's, I won't force any responsibility on you." Isabelle stood, her stomach rumbling despite having taken some soup before going to sleep. Christian muttered inaudibly, he hadn't expected such a response from her after sharing his past. "What was I supposed to think after finding out that you had lied about Dylan's pregnancy?" Christian threw his hands out, fingers splayed wide. Isabelle didn't respond; her feet felt heavy as she dragged them across the elegant room. heavy like the incessant throb in her heart that kept on telling her to apologize for lying to Christian.Christian's heart ached as he watched her go, seeming unperturbed by his confession. It was almost 4, and he dreaded the piled-up work back at the office. He had barely worked; in fact, since Isabelle came into his life, he had missed work severally. It was unlike him; work was his first priority, but even he could see that Isabelle meant more than the multi-mill
"Seriously?" Isabelle asked, her heart dropping when she realized Christian was trying to change the topic. She couldn't believe his audacity to steer the conversation as he desired. "Yeah, she is working with my father to sabotage me." He answered, taking a bite of a piece of the salmon. Christian didn't see anything wrong with informing Isabelle."No Christian, you don't get to change the topic like this." Isabelle stood abruptly with the plate in her hand. Her head spun, making her dig her toes into the fluffy mat. Christian scrunched his eyebrow, throwing a questioning look at Isabelle. "I am not trying to change it, I was just..." He too stood and walked across the small space between the sectional sofa. He took the plate from a fuming Isabelle and placed it back on the table. "Eat up." He guided her back again to the sofa, sitting beside her. Isabelle shifted, putting a distance between them when their sides touched."I'm still trying to process that I am a father." He started
Isabelle walked into the hospital with Christian's file in her hand. Mr. Stanton had asked to look at the reports on her patient, Christian. So far, nothing about his oxygen levels, heartbeat, or pressure seemed to have a problem. When she walked into his office, Mr. Stanton was on a call. Isabelle almost shivered from his scrutiny, his burning gaze on her body getting on her wick. With a gesture of his hand, he asked her to sit on the opposite chair from his."Isabelle." He saluted, standing up from his spot behind his desk after he ended the phone call."Mr. Stanton." She nodded, placing the file on his desk. "Here's every report you asked for." She pushed it towards his side, but the man didn't even spare it a glance; his eyes roamed around Isabelle's glowing face. The man then dropped his eyes on her lips; goddess, he had missed staring at the pink flesh as she spoke. He ventured down; her boobs seemed to be stretching the material of her blouse."You are really beautiful." The ma
Isabelle blinked back tears as realization finally settled in. Problems seemed to be pouring from every corner, surrounding her unforgivingly. Isabelle stood in Sean's guest room bathroom in front of the oval wall-mounted mirror above the sink. The only thing she could see in her reflection were her dead eyes. There was no spark, no joy, and no hope. All she could ask herself was whether she would manage to live another minute. She splashed cold water on her face and exited without bothering to dry off. Isabelle had been stripped of her own choices and decisions. Sam, Dylan, and Tiffany; an unplanned pregnancy; Christian drama; and Mr. Stanton. She spoke them aloud, dragging herself towards her bed. It had been a few hours since her return from the hospital, but she had no idea what time it was."You don't look okay." Sean's voice pulled her back into reality. He was casually leaning on the entrance door with his hands deep in his pockets. When he came back from work and called for h