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***ISABELLA***
I was surprised when Hunter came back into the room and didn’t mention for me to leave. I was expecting him to come in and bring Maggie to replace me. none of that happened.
Our eyes locked just like it always did. There were so many unsaid words between us. I wanted to tell him so many things but ever since Maggie returned I’d lost my will to speak.
Before she came I felt like I had the right to demand things from Hunter, to demand he treated me like his wife.
I tried not to think about it anymore. Deep in my heart I’ll always be Hunter Miller’s wife, I knew that I would take these memories and feelings with me to the grave. He gave me so much to remember and treasure in such a little time. I wouldn’t regret all that we’ve been through together. In fact, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
My heart dropped when he grabbed something from the table and turned to leave. “I may not be back until the morning.” He said over his shoulder. I placed one foot on the ground, ready to stop him. But I didn’t go after him. I couldn’t force Hunter to stay with me, this was his decision to make.
I covered my face against the pillows after he left. He’d made his choice. He chose to do what Maggie asked of him. The thought of him in bed with her was enough to send me crazy.
Physical pain was nothing compared to this. Ever since Maggie had returned that was all I’ve been feeling. Pain upon pain and I didn’t think that I could take much more of it.
I wanted to jump out of the bed and scream at him, in fact, I wanted to scream at the both of them for bringing me into this mess. I shouldn’t have to suffer like this. All I’ve ever wanted was to be loved by Hunter. Was that really too much to ask for?
I barely slept the entire night without Hunter by my side. It was difficult especially after knowing where he was.
The next morning, I opened my eyes just in time to see him walk back in. I checked the time and stiffened when I saw that it was eight. He’d stayed in bed with her all this time?
I felt a stabbing pain in my chest followed by anger that fueled my veins.
I angrily got out of bed and faced him while blocking his way to the bathroom.
His irresistible scent hit me hard and it only made me angrier. Hunter looked down at me and studied every feature on my face. I tried not to think about how beautiful his eyes seemed to me right now or how good it felt to be near him again. Instead I focused on the anger that was slowly spiraling out of control.
“How could you do this to me?” I demanded from him. His eyes widened and he looked down at me as if he wasn’t sure how to respond to my question. “Why did you go to her last night? Why did you?” I screamed.
I knew that Maggie was still his wife while I was no longer his but I just couldn’t stop the pain. The more hurt I felt, the more I wanted to scream at Hunter.
He looked taken aback by my outburst. He took a step towards me and I took one back, keeping some distance between us. It was the only way that I could ensure that I didn’t get lost in him again.
“Isabella,” he whispered. He spoke in a gentle voice, almost like he was speaking to a baby. “Listen to me.”
“Why did you?” I cried before slamming my fists against his hard chest. I felt defeated and so lost. I couldn’t stand the thought of him with anyone else but me, no matter who that person was to him, I just couldn’t take it.
He grabbed both of my hands and pushed them over my head against the wall and leaned into me. “Listen to me Isabella.” He growled. “I wasn’t with her last night. I spent the night outside in the jeep … I promise.”
I paused after hearing his confession. It was crazy what happened to my body next. The anger just flew out of me like a raging fire dashed with enough water to cool it down.
After realizing that I’d finally relaxed a little, only then did Hunter let go of my hands. He quietly leaned his forehead against mine. “I wasn’t with her. You must believe me, please.”
I opened my mouth to speak when I heard footsteps approaching fast. There was a soft knock on the door and Hunter and I slowly rearranged ourselves.
“Come in.” He called.
“We have company.” Esma informed us after poking her head through the door. Judging by her sour mood, I could already tell that it wasn’t someone that I should be happy about.
We followed her out of the room and down the stairs. Maggie was talking to someone that I immediately recognized. It was that woman who’d tried to insult me at my welcome party … Maggie’s aunt. Was her name Sheila? I believe that was it.
“Did you invite her over here?” Esma asked her brother.
Before Hunter could answer his sister, Maggie rushed to his side and grabbed his arm.
“Oh Hunter,” she cried. “It feels so good to see my aunt again.”
Sheila walked towards us with happy tears in her eyes.
“I couldn’t believe the news when I’d heard it. My precious Maggie is back.”
I narrowed my eyes; something didn’t seem right at all about this entire thing. She seemed to be completely calm for someone who’d just found out that her niece wasn’t dead. “How did you know that Maggie was back? no one has spoken a word about it.”
The aunt looked at me as though I was the enemy. “Someone spotted a person that looked like Maggie. They informed me immediately. I came here to tell Hunter the news but instead was surprised to see my niece alive and well.”
“You don’t look that surprised if you ask me.” Esma mumbled. At least I wasn’t the only one that saw it.
“Esma.” Hunter said her name in a warning tone.
“This is all so crazy. now you and Hunter can be together like you’ve been in the past. There is nothing separating you two anymore.” Sheila said to Maggie with hopeful eyes.
I couldn’t take hearing anymore of this. I turned around and walked out of there like my life depended on it. I didn’t stop walking until I was outside by the pool.
I inhaled the cool air and leaned against the wall for support.
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