All Chapters of Betrayed by love : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Isabella's Pov That afternoon the apartment was very quiet. The kind of silence that feels like it is pressing on you , and you can almost hear your heartbeat. I sat at the desk next to the window. A half-empty cup of tea was getting cold beside me. I opened my diary. Its old leather cover was familiar and comforting, like a friend.I stopped, my fingers hovering over the page. Writing has become my way to survive. It was a place to let out the chaos building inside me. No one could read this. No one could judge. Not Victor, Eleanor or Adrian. Here I could face the thoughts I’d never say out loud.‘I don’t know what I’m doing,’ I wrote slowly. ‘I was scared and exhausted. Every day felt like I was sinking under decisions I shouldn’t even have to make. This child growing inside me… it was something I couldn’t even start to understand.. Victor… being near him felt like both a safe place and a storm I couldn’t get away from.’I hesitated. My hand was trembling a bit. Memories of the

Victor's Pov The moment I walked into the apartment I knew something was off.Eleanor was standing by the door, calm and alert. Isabella was by the kitchen counter, her body stiff, her movements too perfect to be real. Whatever had happened before I got there was not over. It was just paused."I hope I am not interrupting, " I said, trying to sound calm and in control."You are not, " Eleanor said smoothly. Her eyes told a different story.Isabella did not say a word. That alone made me feel like something was wrong. She always had something to say even if it was just to change the subject or be mean.. Never this quiet. Never this still.I put the bag I was carrying down on the table and looked at them. "Is everything okay?""Everything is fine, " Isabella said quickly. Too quickly.Eleanor did not say a word.That silence was louder than any words.I took a breath and stepped into the room. "Alright " I said, trying to sound light, "No need to stand around making things awkward. I

Margaret's Pov I do not believe in coincidences. In my world everything is about timing and control. Now I was standing alone in my study with a sealed envelope on my desk. I felt like I was in control again. The results were finally here. I did not open the envelope away. I walked around the room slowly, my heels making noises on the floor. My fingers touched the edge of the desk. I felt good. I do not usually feel excited. This time I let myself enjoy it.Down I already knew what was inside the envelope.. Even when you think you know something you need proof. I sat down at my desk, picked up the envelope and looked at it. It looked plain. It had secrets that could hurt people. Then I opened it. The paper came out. I read it. The words were clear. I could not deny them.I stopped for a moment. Then I smiled. "Well " I said to myself ."This is not surprising." Victor was involved. I knew it. This did not surprise me. It actually made me happy. It meant that I was right and all my

Victor's Pov I had been following Isabella now; but not quite in the obsessive sense of the word. I was a little bit careful, a little bit cautious, a little bit respectful,I could not overlook the strain that was round her like a second skin. There was something amiss and my gut-feeling told me that she was concealing more than she was revealing.The light of day was peeking into the flat when I saw her standing through the door, holding a cup of coffee. She proceeded slowly in the little kitchen, though with a care that was painfully evident, a degree of stiffness which had not been present previously. Her hand touched her stomach nearly unconsciously and she gasped a little, as she bent to access the lower cabinet.I put my mug aside and leaned against the counter. “You okay?” Keeping it casual, I asked, but I was concerned.She hesitated, looking at me with a half smile.“Yes…I'm all right”. She replied quickly, a little too quickly. Her eyes darted on the sink, and then off.

Victor's Pov As soon as Isabella collapsed into my arms I realized that things had gotten out of hand and I was not ready to deal with them. Her flesh was shaky, pale and weak, and the terror which filled me was instant, keen and defensive. I had led her slowly to the sofa, and lowered her, lest she should jerk herself still further.“Be with me, Isabella”. I said , and my voice was firm, but low, attempting to keep her still. I swept away a misplaced strand of hair that fell over her face, and saw the paleness of her features, the weariness of her eyes. Her eyes flicked a little, and were fatigued and frightened, and my heart ached in worry.She just got out a whisper.“Victor…what happened?”she asked sshakingly . “You fainted just now, You are weak, you are tired and your body is telling you something. Let me be of service”.Her hands shook and clung at the blanket which I gave her. I brought it about her shoulders, taking care not to press her, but bringing it near enough to