ISABELLA I held my breath as I listened behind the bathroom door. I felt like a little criminal. If Edward found me in this situation, I knew I was done for. I begged God fervently in my heart, even though I didn't believe so much in him but I didn't have much choice at the moment. I would pray to any supreme being just to get out of this situation."...secondly, I need to find my wife." Edward said. "Where did you say she was again?""She's on the patio." Alex replied."Hmmm.... Alright then. Just wanted to pick up some files."Alex handed over the bag to him and he brought out two files."Found it." He said, "I must have forgotten where I dropped it last night after drinking.""Hey, go get dressed. And this room is off limits. Don't want Bella seeing you in that."Then he turned to leave, and Alex followed behind.I heard the door click shot and waited a few seconds before scurrying out of the bathroom. My heart thuded iny chest. Then I quickly dashed out of the room, after Edward.

ALEXANDER POV I watched as she walked off towards the bathroom. How could she just dismiss me like that? Like I was some paid gigolo. Like what they just had was nothing.I immediately rushed up, not minding that I was bare-bodied, strode towards her, and held her arms, just as she got to the bathroom door."What the hell is wrong with you? You can't just dismiss me like that."She pushed against me, and I moved back, giving her the space she needed. With a shaking hand, she pushed her hair back from her face. I could see guilt in her eyes.“It isn’t easy for me,” she tried to explain, her voice shaking just like her hand was.“I’ve.... I was actually a virgin when I married your father. I've never had a lover before him… and what we had... well... it was a mistake and right now we're surrounded by people who will find any excuse at all to bring it down.”My eyes were sharp, watchful, and he waited. She made a helpless gesture. “I…care about you. but..."“No,” I said sharply, deliber

ISABELLA'S POV He casually strolled into the living room, his presence filling the room. He sat on a sofa directly opposite Edward and I. He didn't so much as glance at me. In a way that I couldn't explain, it hurt."You're just in time son. The game's about to start.""Totally forgot about today's match." He replied. He regarded me coolly and looked away, focusing on the television.I was breathless. I suddenly felt like a fool. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I was in between father and son and I knew I couldn't keep being this way with Alex. I needed to make it clear and let him know that what we had had ended and was well in the past.After all, I knew next to nothing about him anyway. But I knew enough for my emotions to go wildly out of control, that was for certain!I had somehow started growing fond of him from the first time I met him. Even after our fling and I had come back, I had so many wet dreams about him. I had masturbated countless times with the memories of

ALEXANDER'S POVMore than a week passed by, and I hadn't spoken to Isabella. I didn't even bump into her. She made a good effort in avoiding me.I barely even saw her, except her occasional visits to the kitchen to instruct the cook on what to prepare. It was usually brief and scrupulous, and then she returned to her hideout immediately.It was like I didn’t exist, and that was especially difficult to accept.Meeting her again agitated me, because it would mean that she solely had a percentage of power over me. And judging from our previous experiences, I didn’t expect her to do things as was needed. It had been days since I last spoke to her and I only saw her at dinner time.There were so many things about her I wanted to take my time in getting to know.I pined for her so much but if she didn't at least try to meet me halfway, I didn't know if my pride would allow me to even take another step forward.I laid in bed all day, scrolling through the internet. I switched on my TV and we

ISABELLA'S POV It was early afternoon and the house was as quiet as a graveyard, with only the occasional humming of birds. It was the weekend and Edward wasn't home. He had gone for his weekend gold game.I had never been fond of golf. It wasn't my idea of a good time. But for Edward, golf was more than a leisurely sport; it was a passion, an obsession.At fifty-six, he was in his prime on the golf course, or so he thought.I used to follow him every Saturday to his golf games. Where I would be in the midst of old men his age, listening to their raunchy jokes, and the uncomfortable gazes I'd become all too familiar with.The men, all in their late fifties, leered at me in a way that made my skin crawl. The way Edward seizes every opportunity to show me off, their insincere compliments and inappropriate comments were becoming routine, and I had grown tired of it. I always tried to put on a polite smile to mask my irritation.I looked towards my bedroom door. I always had an important