The next day, Gemma got down from her brand new car Isaac had gotten for her. Lucy's birthday was around the corner, and she needed to get a lovely dress to match the team at the party. She stepped into the mall, one of the largest and most expensive malls in Seattle. She looked around the parking lot after feeling a presence. Gemma breathed slowly and continued. She paused and looked behind her. There he was, Juan. "Emma" he called, Gemma looked at him, head to toe. He was dressed in a blue denim jacket and trousers. Gemma looked around her. She wasn't with anyone, not even Pamela. "Juan" she called, he came closer, and she took a step backwards. "I tried calling, texting… you blocked me," He said a little aggressively. "I… I don't think we should be seeing each other." She explained. "Why? I can't believe you, all this while we were dating, you cheated on me?" Juan said, Gemma's veins bulged out. Did she hear well? Or could she hear well? What in the world was he

"Gemma!" Lucy called seeing her get down from the car, behind her Isaac stood in a brown thick coat. "Hi, Isaac?" She waved Isaac gave a small grin, looking away. "He's pissed," Gemma said. "Why?" She asked. "Because, he asked me not to wear something so open, but it's a club" she said in a low tone, and Lucy laughed, staring at him. He could feel them laughing and came forward. "Are we going inside or not?" He asked. "Yeah, we should," Lucy tugged Gemma's right hand, stepping into the club. "I forgot!" Gemma yelled as the sound of the music was loud "Happy birthday, sweetie!" She said, taking off her coat and giving them to the man standing beside the door. "Oh my goodness girl," Lucy stepped backwards, taking a good look at the dress. Gemma wore a short gown, the both sides had splits exposing her sexy legs and thighs also the back had a long V-neck that revealed her back line. Lucy looked at Isaac. He didn't look sad, rather he looked lost with what she was wearing.

The next morning, Gemma opened her eyes, and she recognized the room where she laid, she was in their room from what she remembered Isaac asked to take her to the hospital, she breathed in and sighed, turning over, Isaac wasn't in bed, she shut her eyes for a moment, he must have gone to work, she assumed, this was good timing she could sneak off or come home late for now, to avoid the discussion. So many thoughts ran through her head and she held her head, sitting up. She stared around the room and he was nowhere to be seen. She looked at the table where he kept his phone, and it was laying there. He hadn't gone to work yet. Gemma suddenly felt the urge to reach out for the phone but stopped. She pushed the duvet off. She had her hair in a ponytail, her clothes were changed, she was now in a black polo and shorts, Gemma stretched, yawning wide. Her body was aching. She wore her slipper, getting up and the door opened, Gemma raised her gaze, seeing him her expression fell, she had

Gemma stepped out, seeing him in his brown coat and black trousers, his hair covering his forehead, giving him a boyish look. His gaze caught hers and he began to adjust. "Isaac?" She came closer, he held in his hand a single red rose, and she smiled at the rose. "I'm sorry, Gemma," he said. "I freaked out, I shouldn't have those things... I... Gemma, I have a lot to say, but I would start by apologizing" Isaac rushed, she stared at him, coming closer, Isaac didn't seem to see the smile on her face and explained himself. "And that's why I am here, Gems... I am sorry, I don't want to lose you, I don't care if you love him or if he does, what matters most is that I love you and you love me, huh? Right? I don't want to lose you, I don't know what I would do without you... The whole..." He lowered his gaze, blinking like he searched or had practised these words. "Isaac" she called interrupting him while standing at his front, staring at him "Gemma, I am sorry... The whole house, e

Walking through the aisle, Gemma's dress swept the floor. The dress had long sleeves, backless and shaped in an A-line style. Gemma had chosen a boho style for her wedding and her dress just matched perfectly. She had her hair tied up in a messy bun and for the perfect combination of bohemian wedding style, she wore a hippie style headband with flowers or a flower crown, she held in her hands fresh seasonal flowers matching her boho flower headband resting on her hair. She adored her neck with a slim diamond necklace, which wasn't too obvious. The wedding location was finally decided, taking a trip to Italy was the best decision Gemma made. Imagine a romantic park near an elegant villa, with this beautiful ceremony under the trees, a cocktail on a terrace with a breath-taking vista, inside a sumptuous garden enlightened by candles or a glass chandelier. Abram held her hands. Her beautiful sparkling eyes focused on the one man she was going to make hers for the rest of her life. H