Life changes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

You can't pleased everyone.

The sun was slowly going down on the horizon. The young woman watched him sleep, nostalgic. Her father was sleeping peacefully beside her. She heard a groan which took her out of her daydreaming.

You’re getting married.”

Isabelle had just celebrated her twenty-second birthday. She was single, but there was no hurry. She didn’t intend to marry and she didn’t need help in her love life. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her father took her hand and pressed it against his heart.

"You’re meddling in my life!”

* * * * *

Her luggage was finally ready. Her husband, Theodore Blackburn’s third of the name, sent her a message asking her to return home as soon as possible. The young woman looked out the window, waiting for the driver.

“How was your week?” he asked in a kind tone.

She shrugged.

He thoughtfully shook his head. He understood exactly what she meant. The young woman just didn’t want to go home and see Theodore. Silence enveloped them on their way back to New York. She was deep in her thoughts. Arms crossed on her chest, she wondered why Theodore asked her to return as soon as possible. The car went up the aisle made with finely cut slabs and stopped in front of the main door. Charles opened the door. The young woman smiled at him. She was only twenty-two years old and people around her treated her like a princess!

Isabelle sighed and climbed the stone staircase to enter the house. Once the door was opened, Miranda, her mother, met her with open arms. She pressed her hard against herself, very happy to see her dear daughter.

“Isabelle! How are you?”

Miranda shrugged, a small smile on her lips.

“Glad you’re here,” a voice behind her said. “How are you?”

The young woman bowed her head before turning to Theodore. He descended the grand staircase, a huge smile on his lips. He approached her, but Isabelle had an uncontrollable recoil reaction. Miranda glanced at her, but her daughter ignored her. She didn’t intend to be touched by this man. She hated him since the first day she laid eyes on him.

“Fine and you’re fine too, as far as I can see.”

“But I feel much better since your arrival,” he said, taking her hand. “How’s your trip?”

“Is that why you made me come here, to tell me about the rain and the weather?”

He seemed surprised by the slightly aggressive tone she used.

“Of course not. Well… Let’s go to my office.”

“I have nothing to hide to my mother.”

“We’ll be more comfortable to discuss.”

He drew her to the stairs. Isabelle began to shiver just in contact with Theodore’s clothing. She really hated this man. Once in his office, he closed the door behind him and quickly explained why she had returned home. Isabelle couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He wanted her to abandon the university to remain near him. It was ridiculous! Her late father had made her promise to marry Theodore and return to the university. He subscribed her himself! Why Theodore asked her to do the opposite, to go against the will of her father? She shook her head.

“I don’t want to come back here before the end of the semester. And that’s it.”

“You must obey me, Isabelle.”

She scanned his face for a moment before bursting into laughter. She walked toward the door, but he grabbed her wrist and forced her to look at him.

“I decided that you’re coming back to live here and you’re going to do as I say.”

“No!” she cried, withdrawing her arm. “I will come back here when the current semester is finished. I’m doing what I want.”

“Not as long as you’re my wife.”

Enraged, she violently slapped him before storming out of the room. Heading towards the stairs, she met Jimmy, her big brother. She didn’t pay any attention on him. She went to Laurence to ask her not to undo her suitcase, rather put it back to the car that would take her back to New York. Miranda entered the room, distraught.

“You just arrived! You can’t leave now!”

“I have good reason to do so, mom.”

“But he’s not asking that much, darling. He just wants you to be here…”

“You knew about this?”

Miranda hesitated a moment before answering yes, he discussed this with her the previous week. Isabelle was fuming with rage. How dare he involve her mother in all this? The young woman kissed her mother’s cheek before leaving. She went to Charles and ordered him to take her back to her apartment. He nodded and went to the garage. Once inside the car, the young woman began to cry. She looked away from the house, unable to stop her tears. She seemed to flee, to exile herself in a foreign country to escape the dark plans of an enemy.

* * * * *

The rain fell with a crash against the living room window. Isabelle stood in front of the bay window and looked down, heavy heart. She wanted to stay a little longer, but Theodore wanted more. She wanted to see Anna, her grandmother. She missed her a lot. She was her only true ally and friend. She didn’t know anyone in her classes. She never spoke to the other students and feared team work. Her father kept her away from the other children when she was younger. Whenever she has a new friend, he was there to make her run away and never talk to her again. She frowned, her head buried in her thoughts. She remembered her father’s attitude towards children around her. He was hostile, contemptuous. He didn’t like the other kids to approach his darling little girl. He had always rejected people. If she was seeing a man that loved her, he did everything in his power that he fled as far as possible from his daughter. Throughout his life, he literally had prevented her from having a real social life.

The young woman looked at the clock. Her stomach seemed about to get very furious as she was starving. She changed before leaving the apartment. A cool breeze enveloped her once outside. It was still raining. She walked into her favorite restaurant. She sat at a table and ordered a glass of red wine before throwing a glance at the menu. Tired and exhausted, she turned her eyes and saw her art teacher. Startled, she blinked and smiled. He returned her smile and came to her table. The young woman stood up and held out her hand.

“I didn’t expect to find one of my students here,” he said.

 “You’re here alone?”

He shrugged, his hands in his pockets. With a nod, she invited him to join her. He sat in front of her, thanking her. Isabelle smirked.

“Don’t worry. I really don’t want to eat alone.”

“Me neither.”

They remained silent for a moment. A waiter brought a second menu for the newcomer, and then returned to take their orders. She ordered a watercress and endive salad while her companion decided to take the lamb with a large glass of beer. The situation made her a little uncomfortable. Her teacher seemed very nervous as well.

“Listen, Mr. Parker…”

“I have a name, you know. We’re not in class.”

She giggled, suddenly intimidated by the presence of her teacher. He realized that something was wrong.

“You were about to say something, I believe.”

“I was wondering if… What would happen if one of your superiors surprised us here now?”

He frowned and asked why she thought about that. She smiled at him.

“Let’s just say I’m more or less comfortable.”

“We’re not in school. Outside the classroom, I don’t risk my job. And besides, worse can happen.”

Isabelle gave him a quizzical look before finishing her drink. He chuckled, answering his girlfriend would probably tortured him if she caught him at a restaurant with another woman. The young woman bowed her head, twisting her hands nervously. He laughed.

“I’m sorry, but I had to say something to change your expression,” he replied. “It was only a joke, Miss Collins. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

She buried her face in her hands while her teacher kept apologizing. She finally asked him how he did remember her name. He smiled shyly, crossing his arms.

“It’s very difficult to forget a student as gifted as you, but somewhat distant during class.”

He slowly got up and went to the bathroom. With a curious eye, she looked at him more carefully. His hair was more or less dark, pale eyes and he was wearing black jeans, a royal blue with a white t-shirt underneath it. She loved his casual look and his casual approach. She wondered what kind of life she would have if she stayed in the family home with Theodore, her mother and Jimmy.

“You’re not eating?”

She gasped when she saw her teacher was again installed in front of her. He asked if everything was okay because she seemed somewhat confused. She shrugged and sighed.

 “Yet you seemed disconnected from reality, Miss Collins.”

“Please, you can use my name.”

“So do the same with me.”

She shook her head, saying she was unable to do so. He frowned and asked why she couldn’t do it.

“No offense, Mr. Parker, but you’re a bit older than me.”

He laughed, taking a mouthful of a very tender lamb he had ordered. Fingers crossed under his chin, he explained that the age gap between them wasn’t as big as she thought. Still smiling, he announced that he was only twenty-eight years old.

She giggled before setting eyes on her plate. He finished his beer and ordered another one. She did the same for her wine.

* * * * *

They ate quietly, talking about nothing and everything. Isabelle couldn’t call him by his name and Anthony, her teacher, eventually didn’t care much. They talked about movies, books, sports and music. The young woman drank a bit too much wine. She wanted to drown her sorrow. He moderated his drinking quietly.

“I’ve got to go. I have an important homework to do before Monday.”

She smiled shyly. Unfortunately, all the alcohol she drank had its effect. Her head was spinning so quickly that she had to cling to her chair to keep herself from falling. She laughed.

She looked out. The night was beautiful and the rain had stopped. She put on her jacket and fumbled in her pockets to pay the bill. She threw the money on the table and walked slowly to the exit of the restaurant, unsteadily. Anthony called her out. He ran toward her, pulling his jacket.

“You shouldn’t go alone. I’ll walk you home.”

“The fresh air will do me good,” she said. “You can go.”

“So I walk with you. My car is not very far.”

The young woman nodded, laughing. They walked in silence, listening to the sound of their footsteps on the sidewalk. Passersby were very rare. Not watching what she was doing, Isabelle tripped over something. She would collapse on the ground if not caught by Anthony. He helped her getting back on her feet as she laughed, telling him she was lucky not to walk alone. Once in front of her building, he helped her to climb the stairs. She invited him to come in, but he declined the offer. She unlocked the door, but she stood before it. She turned to him, a shy smile on her lips.

“You’re enjoying acting like a bodyguard?” the young woman joked, laughing. “You don’t really have the physical features for the job.”

“I know,” he replied, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

She suddenly stepped back, frightened. Seeing that something was wrong, he hastened to get her into the apartment and closed the door. He tried to calm her, but his efforts seemed ineffective. He led her to the sofa, asking what was wrong. He saw tears running down her cheeks. He pulled her to him to comfort her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with a nervous voice.

She gently pushed him away, not knowing what to answer him. He brushed a strand of hair that barred her eyes and tenderly smiled, saying she needed to sleep. Isabelle gave him a slight smile before she gently kissed him on the lips. He slightly recoiled, frowning. She got up to take a tissue and began wiping her eyes. He stood up and walked rapidly to the door. She called him out with a hesitant voice. He turned to her. The young woman joined him, staggering.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

He raised his hand.

“Forget it. Good night.”

“Be careful.”

He raised his eyebrows and asked her why she had said that. She giggled.

“It’s very late and you’re going back home alone. Anything can happen.”

She got a little closer and kissed him again, a little more passionate. Isabelle encircled his neck with her arms and pulled him closer to her. He didn’t resist. The young woman let him to her bedroom, removing his jacket on the way. He did the same with hers. She pushed him on the bed and he pulled her to him. I must be dreaming. I’m not doing that for real. The wine always made her dizzy. They made love during a storm broke out and the rain began to fall.

* * * * *

The sun shone softly through the window, illuminating completely the young woman’s apartment. Isabelle was sitting near the glass window, wearing a light blue shirt, her knees drawn up under her chin. Her eyes were sad. She watched the city waking up quietly while Anthony moaned in his sleep. The day before, she thought she had dreamed about inviting him home and making love with him. In the morning, she found that her sweet dream was reality. Anthony slowly opened his eyes before sitting, moaning. He brought a hand to his face, looking around him. He pushed the sheets, but he suddenly changed his mind when he noticed he was naked. He saw Isabelle.

“Don’t worry,” she said, standing up.

She left the room without another word. The young woman sank on the sofa and hid her face in her hands. She burst into tears. She had never acted this way before, having a man for the night. She wasn’t a virgin, but it wasn’t her style. He put on his jacket and walked towards the door without looker at her. He left the apartment. She got up to lock the door behind him before rushing to the bathroom to vomit. She remained on the floor, unable to get up. The bitter taste of alcohol rose to her nose. She leaned back and threw up again. She finally calmed down. She rushed into the shower to remove yesterday’s smell.

* * * * *

The day promised to be beautiful. The sun shone letting everyone forget all the rain that fell over the weekend. Installed in front of the mirror, Isabelle looked at her reflection in the mirror. She pulled her hair, leaving a few strands falling before her eyes. She was relieved not to have class with Anthony today. She didn’t see him since that night. She was unable to face him so soon after what happened. She went obediently to her class. When she arrived at the door, she saw a piece of paper against the glass. The class was canceled: the teacher was sick. The young woman sighed, turning on her heels and hitting someone in the process. Their eyes met for a few seconds. Anthony smiled shyly at her.

“Good morning,” he said.

She lowered her head and tried to escape, but he took her arm gently. A shiver ran through her body. She stepped back, putting some distance between them.

“We’re not going to avoid each other the rest of the semester.”

 “I can be transfer to another group…”

“What happened…”

“It didn’t happen,” the young woman cut, backing up again. “I was drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing. Better forget everything and I’ll change group.”

Without adding anything else, she fled to return home quickly. Leaning against the door, she noticed that the light on her phone was flashing. She had a message. She listened briefly to it: it was from Theodore, who asked her to call him back. She deleted the message and moved into the living room to work. She didn’t have to listen to him. Theodore and she were perhaps married, but it was only a contract. Nothing more. Now she thought of changing her number and perhaps even to move into a new apartment.

* * * * *

Two days later, she was looking for a new apartment near the university. A newspaper in hand, she walked into her classroom. Anthony, installed in front of the class, looked at her in surprise. She sat before her easel, her nose still in the classified ads. She spotted an interesting apartment when the class began. She closed the newspaper and tried to focus without looking at the teacher. He gave the topic of today’s painting and students could start painting. While walking around them, he leaned over her and whispered to her ear:

“I thought you wanted to change group. Stay after class. We need to talk.”

Then he walked rapidly away. He ignored her rest of the class and she was very happy about it. She did nothing to attract his attention. Like other students, she gathered her stuff at the end of the course and hastened to the door, avoiding looking at him. He approached the door and closed if before she had time to get out. She jumped, withering him with a gaze.

“I have things to do,” she replied, pointing at the newspaper she was holding.

She put her bag on her shoulder, nervous to be alone with him. She finally dared to look at him.

“Why do you ignore me? I haven’t done anything to deserve that. What happened went directly out of my mind. You’re the one who seems to think about it.”

“You’re my teacher.”

“But you were happy to have dinner with me and we spent a lovely evening. The rest was just a simple mistake.”

“Do you often sleep with your student, Mr. Parker?”

He sighed, shaking his head. He asked her if she was going to avoid him for a long time or even change school. She suddenly pushed him to pass. Not expecting that, he stepped back. Clutching her newspaper in her hand, she hurried out of the classroom. Back to her home, she heavily fell on the sofa. With a red pen, she surrounded the apartments that seemed to be the most interesting. There were five in total. She waited for the evening to begin her tour. She started with the apartment closest to the campus. She easily found it. When the door opened, she took a few steps back before saying she was at the wrong address. Anthony smiled.

“You’re looking for a new apartment? You want to visit?”

She shook her head, backing up. He invited her in, but she declined his offer. He heaved a deep sigh, shrugging his shoulders.

“You’ve got a problem.”

“I have a life… more complicated than you can imagine,” she shouted.

She turned and was about to leave when he called her out. A car slowly passed before them. Isabelle thought she recognized one of Theodore’s employees. Terrified, she rushed into the apartment without giving any explanation to Anthony. She quickly closed the door and leaned against it, panting.

“You changed your mind?”

She cast a glance outside to see if the car was still in front of the building. There was nobody. She threw her head back, laughing nervously. Anthony asked her to provide an explanation about her reaction, but she refused to answer. She reached out to open the door when he blocked the way and turned her to face him. She pinned herself against the door and sighed. She bit her lower lip, crossing her arms on her chest. He licked his lips before speaking.

“I’m… I’m sorry I said it was a simple mistake…”

He brought his face to the window and looked over her shoulder. The young woman turned her head to see what he was looking at. He lowered his head toward her. Their faces were close to each other. He kissed her tenderly. She resisted a little before letting herself go, kissing him back. He pulled her against him and encircled her waist with his arms. They looked straight into their eyes, unable to utter word. The phone broke the silence. He turned and went to answer. The young woman turned to the door and threw a look outside. She opened it and was about to go out when she felt Anthony’s hot breath in her neck. She closed her eyes and turned to him.

“I have… to… go…” Isabelle stammered.

Anthony looked at her, frowning. She lowered her head, looking at the newspaper she was still holding.

“I’m not like that, Anthony. One nightstand… That’s not me.”

She cast a glance over her shoulder, hoping the car hasn’t returned. Anthony also looked forward, questioning what was going on. She refused to speak, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Why do you hide things?”

“Because there are things that can’t be said.”

She gave him a faint smile before looking away. He pulled her to him, but she resisted. He let her leave. Before escaping, she turned to him and kissed him tenderly. Then she turned to an alley. He watched her walking away, a hand on his lips.

* * * * *

“You have to give me some explanation on your conduct. I know you’re seeing another man.”

Her blood froze in her veins. He had hired someone to follow her?

“Are you spying on me?”

“I have all the rights, Isabelle. You’re my wife!”

“This piece of paper doesn’t mean a thing!”

“We’re married!”

“So what? It makes no difference to my life. I do what I want and you can’t do anything.”

“You belong to me.”

She was furious. While she was preparing herself to replicate something scathing, she heard a knock at the door. She quickly turned to the door, speechless. Frowning, she walked to it and opened it. She gasped in surprise while Anthony stood before her, smiling. Theodore’s voice suddenly brought her back to reality. She shook her head.

“I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

She pressed the button and launched the phone on the sofa before turning to face her teacher. He approached her and tried to kiss her, but she quickly dodged.

“Is it a bad time?”

“No! That call wasn’t important!”

He pulled her to him and kissed her, but his lips didn’t meet hers. He glanced at her, a questioned look on his face.

“Can I ask you something?” she said with a nervous voice.

“Of course. What is it?”

“Are we… You and me…”

“Seeing each other?”

“I think so, but only if you’re interested to…”

“Oh…”

She sank onto the sofa, her face in her hands. What have I done? She shook her head, moaning. He sat beside her and asked her what was wrong. Isabelle was looking for a way to tell him her secret, but she couldn’t. Thanks to the stupid promise she made to her gentle father, she would surely lose him. He was so charming and nice with her. The phone rang. Don’t answer this time. You know it’s him and you don’t want to talk to him. Not now. Anthony frowned.

“You’re not answering?”

“My mailbox will take the message.”

The ring finally stopped, but her cellphone suddenly rang. She groaned when she saw the number on the display. She knew it by heart. When the cellphone stopped, she received a text message she was unable to hide from Anthony.

I’m your husband and you should respect me.

The young woman hid her face in her hands, in tears. She cursed her beloved father for having forced her to marry Theodore. She knew Anthony stared at her, waiting for an explanation from her. But she was unable to utter a word. He finally got up, uncomfortable. He walked to the door and left the apartment. She burst into tears without being able to remember. With a cry of rage, she threw her cellphone across the room.

* * * * *

She cried all night. Lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind was floating away in her memories. Then she went back to her childhood. She noticed something: her father had always decided everything for her. The most horrible was that she had done nothing to prevent it. She got up and went into the bathroom. She took a quick shower and changed before going out of her apartment. She went to the university and stopped in front of Anthony’s classroom. The class was almost finished. When students left the room, she slowly approached. Anthony had the impression to be observed. He looked up at her as she entered the room.

“May I help you, Mrs. Collins?”

“This is my maiden name. I haven’t changed my name when I married. I… I can explain everything.”

He folded his arms and sighed. She lowered her head and took a deep breath before starting.

“My father died a few months ago. He refused that my brother takes care of the family business after his death. I married the guy who now handles the company.”

“Keep going.”

“My… husband… hired someone to follow me and he saw me with you yesterday. I left the university. Good day.”

She turned away with heavy heart. She opened the door, but Anthony called her out before she could escape. She turned back to him, frowning.

“Why didn’t you say so before?” he asked, joining her.

“I was going to tell you everything when he sent the message.”

He took her by the shoulders and lowered his head and sighed. She gently disengaged herself from his embrace before backing up. She looked up to him and saying that he couldn’t understand what was happening.

“Isabelle…” he groaned, looking distraught. “I’m sorry I acted like that, but I couldn’t…”

He took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. She resisted by stepping back a few paces. The young woman closed her eyes and said she had to go and just walked away from him quickly.

A storm broke in late afternoon. Isabelle was lying on the sofa. The telephone company had to change her number the next day and she still hadn’t found a new apartment. Her heart was broken. She was in love with Anthony. She wanted so much to go back in time, to prevent her father to decide everything for her. She suddenly straightened. She would return to the university the next semester. She would start to live the way she wanted. She pulled out on the sofa, a huge smile on her lips. She turned toward the door when she heard knocks. She walked over to it and opened it absently. Anthony stood before her, completely soaked.

“What are you doing here?”

He looked nervously around him. Isabelle asked if something was wrong. He seemed very embarrassed when he asked her if he could enter. She nodded before letting him in. He asked if he bothered her. She shook her head.

“I was very serious when I’ve offered my help.”

She giggled. He craned her neck and he kissed her. She didn’t expect it. She stiffened before he took her in his arms. She could feel the heat coming out of his body through his wet clothes. They made love in the living room.

* * * * *

The sun was least high in the sky upon her arrival. The wind blew gently on the cemetery as she walked slowly to her father’s grave. She felt tired. She wanted to settle as quickly as possible so she can resume her lift where she left off. She stopped her walk in front of a tombstone. Isabelle looked carefully at the inscription on the stone.

“Hello dad,” she said in a low voice.

She leaned forward and placed flowers near the stone.

“It’s been a long time. I’m sorry to tell you, but I didn’t want to talk to you.”

She knelt down and stroked the cold marble with her fingertips. She had so much to tell him so she didn’t know where to start. She rolled her eyes and laughed.

“I never liked the way you had to manage my life.”

She sighed. She leaned back to the gravestone of her father. Jimmy finally understood the message.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t keep my promise to be happy. I don’t like him. And there’s someone else…”

She straightened up before hitting the road. She opened the doors of the magnificent family house with a light heart. Laurence met her, a big smile on her lips. Isabelle smiled back. Miranda, alerted by the sound of the door, left the room to see what was happening. She raised her eyebrows at the sight of her daughter.

“I have things to settle.”

Miranda threw herself into her arms and uttered a little cry of joy.

“I have something to settle with him and I’m doing it today.”

Isabelle took a deep breath and climbed the main staircase. Knowing very well which way her daughter was going, Miranda tried to prevent her, but she didn’t listen. Isabelle entered into the office of her late father. She closed the door with a single kick. Theodore looked up at her, frowning.

“Can I do something for you?” he asked.

“You are in my office and I want you to take it back.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“This is my office and I’m asking you to leave immediately.”

Theodore laughed, leaning back in his chair.

“And what got into you, dear?”

"I’m the CEO of this company. You, you’re nothing.”

Suddenly, she threw a brown envelope to Theodore.

“This is our divorce papers."

“Very dear Isabelle, what do you promise to your father?”

“I’m unable to keep it because I’m not happy. It was also a part of my promise.”

He seemed surprised to hear her answer. He rose from his chair, thrusting his hands in his trouser pockets. He seemed quite master of himself, but he seethed with rage. She knew it. He asked for further explanation, but she refused to give him.

“But I refuse to sign the papers.”

“Whatever. You’re fired, divorced or not. I didn’t intend to marry again.”

“You’re doing this because of this man.”

“I easily can make my own decision by myself.”

“You’ve never taken a single decision since you were born! Your father has always done it, only to make you happy.”

She shook her head, taking a deep breath. A quiet voice, she told him she wanted to change everything in her life, whether he agrees to divorce or not. Then she pointed to the door with her finger. Theodore seemed insulted by the conduct of the young woman. Without another word, he left the office and left the house.

* * * * *

The rain that was falling was cold. The day was very cloudy and Isabelle felt exhausted. She knocked on the door. A woman in her sixties came to open, puffy eyes. She asked in a dry tone the reason for her visit.

“Are you a friend of my son? How long since your last visit?” the woman sharply asked.

“About three days, but I talked to him two days ago…”

“I’m sorry to tell you like that, but my son died. He… he hanged himself… While searching through his things, I found a letter he had received two days ago. Do you know someone named Isabelle Collins?”

The young woman slowly nodded, learning that this woman was killed in a car accident. Anthony’s mother pressed her words with an uncontrolled sob. Isabelle dared ask her if she could see the letter since she knew Anthony and Isabelle. She noticed the header on the letter: the paper came from the family company. She knew where Theodore lived. She rushed directly to his hotel room, mad with rage.

* * * * *

The darkness reigned in the room. Theodore entered the office and startled when the door closed behind him. He seemed very nervous. She lit the lamp on the desk and turned to him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“In what… honour did you want to see me?” he asked her.

“I’m congratulating you. You managed to ruin my life. You got what you wanted.”

He shrugged, replicating he acted as his instincts dictated. Isabelle laughed while she walked towards him. He recoiled at the sight of her pale face and red eyes. He asked her if she was okay. She shook her head.

“He’s dead. He committed suicide after he received your fucking letter!”

“So what? It’s still not my fault if he was weak.”

“You destroyed my life without mercy. Why?”

“To get you back on the right path. You’re my wife, Isabelle.”

“Theodore, you have done enough damage to this family. This can’t continue. So you’re going to pay.”

“What are you going to do?”

He spoke in a mocking tone, daring. Isabelle positioned herself behind him, pulling a knife she concealed in the sleeve of her jacket. She had crazy eyes and rage in her heart.

“Are you talking about a trial?”

“No. Worse.”

“Oh yeah? And what?”

Without waiting any longer, she grabbed a handful of his hair and cut his throat with a sharp movement. He made some gurgles in response. Isabelle stood before him, a huge smile on her lips. She showed him the knife covered with blood and said:

“This is my revenge.”

He collapsed on the ground, shaken by turmoil as he tried to speak. He eventually died, bleeding to death on the carpet of the office. She gave a little grunt of satisfaction before heading to the desk. She opened a drawer to take her father’s gun. She placed a piece of paper on the smooth surface of the desk. She watched the weapon before placing it under her chin and pulled the trigger. Detonation alerted everyone in the house. They found on the piece of paper.

Theodore killed Anthony. I made him pay for it. I love you all. Be happy.

Anna smiled, tears flooding her face. She was very proud of her granddaughter. Isabelle had finally gone through a major project for her. Certainly, Anna regretted Isabelle very much, but knowing that she settled everything before leaving, she smiled in spite of her tears. She pressed the letter against her heart and turned to Jimmy and Miranda.

“Isabelle is now happy with her lover.”

THE END


Submitted: August 23, 2013

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JeCy

I made some changes on this story. Hope you guys will like it anyway!

Thu, August 29th, 2013 12:49am

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