Chapter 77 Chapter Seventy Seven
BELLA’S POV
My face scrunched up in disgust as I peered at the caller’s ID.
What does she want? Why is she calling me? I thought irritatingly. And most importantly, how come I still have her contact saved on my phone?
I stared ahead, my gaze lingering on the smiling faces of the people stepping out of the gate. When she wouldn’t stop ringing me up, I decided to pick up the damn call.
“What do you want?” I blurted out icily.
“Hello, bestie. It’s been a while, don’t you think?”
I scoffed, the idiot was speaking like were still friends. Was she even ever my friend? She always claimed that she hated Sydney for my sake, yet all the while she was only ogling the man I wanted.
“What do you want, Sandra?” I gritted out, my hands tightening on the object that I held on to in the pocket of my baggy jean jumpsuit. With how agitated I was just by hearing her voice, if she were standing before me, I wouldn’t have hesitated to use it on her without any remorse.
She groaned like she used to whenever I started to cry about how hurt I was. ‘You’re still so uptight huh? What’s the cause for rigidity when speaking with a friend?”
“Friend, my ass!” My eyes flitted to the gate again. I needed to be done with this stupid phone call before he’d be out. “And if you have nothing tangible to say, can you get off the line?” “Relax,” she drawled and I could picture her rolling her eyes. “I just have a question. A very simple one. How’s Mark in bed?” She asked like it was the most normal question to ask and quickly added, “Now don’t deny–it because I’m sure you and Mark has f**ked several times in the past.”
I found it difficult to make sense of why she was asking me the dumb question and for a moment, I momentarily forgot why I was here. “What?!” I blurted out so loudly that some passersby flinched then some of them glanced my way in mild annoyance.
Sandra groaned again. “Gosh. Why are you guys so uptight?!”
I wondered for a moment who the guys were but I didn’t care. I just wanted the call to end. “Just tell me, please, how’s Mark in bed? Before his careless accident, of course.”
The happiest I had been in a long while was when I heard the news of Mark’s accident and that his engagement was postponed.
“Serves them right.” I remember saying to myself. It had been a little heartbreaking when my friend got together with the same man we both planned to fully make mine and then there was Mark who had also made a fetract from his promise to get me Luxe vogue.
It had been torture watching Sandra post about all the preparations for the wedding. I got pissed when she went on and on about Mark getting her everything she wanted and also prepared the wedding with things she liked.
The thought of Mark not fulfilling his promise to me infuriated me even more so I decided to answer Bella’s question.
“You want to know how Mark is in bed?” I smirked, “Well, he’s awful!”
There was a short pause then Sandra asked in panic. “Bella, are you telling the truth?” “No, you idiot!” I retorted hotly. “You better marry him as soon as possible and serve your vegetable husband for the rest of your miserable lifetime!” I said irritably, “Now get off the phone. Unlike you who sit around and do nothing, we actually have things we have to take care of so don’t waste my time anymore, you stinking b**ch who steals your best friend’s man!”
I heard her exaggerated gasp before I hung up. I tucked my phone away and focused my gaze on the prison gate.
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As I stared at the gates, watching the happy faces of the people who just got released as they walked out of there, elated, I remembered when I had first been here. It was a week ago.
ONE WEEK AGO
1 dressed up and left the house. It had been a long while since these two things happened together. I had locked myself at home, if I ever needed to go out, I never bothered to dress up. But today, I overdid myself.
I had called the
and acknowledon a week ago and filled out a request form. As expected, Isaac approved it
and acknowledged knowing me so it was approved by the officials of the prison.
Today was finally the day that was scheduled for me to see him. I checked myself out in the mirror, beaming largely at my reflection as I made sure my outfit and everything else was not violating any of their policies.
I hailed down a taxi and told the cab man my destination. The man sized me up but said. nothing.
When I got there, I was directed to the waiting room and asked to wait there; there were other people there who had also come to see one of the inmates.. For about twenty minutes, I watched, slowly growing tired as a cop arrived and called the last name of whoever was next to be seen.
I sprang up when I heard the same cop yell Isaac’s surname.
I forced a smile on my face as I approached the visiting room. There was a small table in the middle of the room and two chairs propped on each side.
“Twenty minutes,” the cop murmured and walked a few feet away.
For the first minutes, Isaac and I just stared at each other. I wondered what was going through his head and then I wondered for the umpteenth time, why?
Why did he have to bring misfortunes to my life after all I’ve done for him? He was the cause of why I was this miserable and all I did was love him wholeheartedly yet all he could repay me with was unfaithfulness the rewards he saw fit for all my submissiveness to him were several miscarriages, beatings, among many others.
I blamed myself and accepted my faith and left him alone. My life was going well, yet he came back to ruin my life all over again! He made me lose another child and a good man. Anger surged in me as I looked at him, I felt like bashing his head on the rickety table between us until all the worn out planks were stuck in his ugly face but instead my l*ps curved into a smile. I wouldn’t do that. That would only make us even and hotheaded.
“Isaac.”
“Bella,” his l*ps trembled as he called my name. “Bella, I swear, I’m sorry.”
Yeah, he was. I could see it. Isaac had never apologized to me since he showed me who he really was. So this could only mean he was really sorry. After our last fight and argument, Mark had made sure that he was found and put behind bars. And I just think that…it’s unfair that he was in here.
“I know,” my voice choked and I swallowed. I shifted my hands and clutched his that was already on the table. “I know you didn’t mean to, Isaac. I know. I’m sorry you’re in here.”
He shook his head vigorously and his strong hands gripped mine. “No. I deserve this. I deserve to be here. You were a good woman and I should have always treated you right.”
My eyes watered, “Isaac…” I cried.
“Please don’t cry, babe. I loved you and I still do. I don’t know what always comes over me. But my time here has taught me a lesson. I’ve been able to reflect on my behaviors and I intend to change if I ever get the chance to be out of here.”
Oh my! He is really willing to change.
His gaze swept down and his hold on my hands softened, I gripped it harder. This past weeks has been hell without…” he glanced at the cop who had an intent
e on the both of us then slid
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back to me, he shook his head, “you know what,” he raised a brow and I nodded. He was talking about his addiction.
“But it has made me realize that I could do without it and I intend to keep it that way. I am ready to change.” he said earnestly..
beard.
I nodded and my eyes took in his sad eyes and turned down l*ps, even though he was smiling. the imprint was there. Around his m*uth, there was a stubble that would soon grow into a even his cute short hair that I used to love had grown longer and rough. He didn’t look like him, he looked like a different person: like a truly changed man.
This will be a new beginning. The corner of my l*ps tilted in a small smile, “Why don’t you shave? I want to see you.” I gestured to his face in a sweeping manner, “Not this unrecognizable man before me.”
He chuckled and memories of when we just started dating flitted through my mind. He used to laugh at every joke I made then. Maybe having that back wasn’t a bad idea or… it might be.
“I’ve been thinking,” I said after he had sobered up, my fingers intertwining with his, “T’d withdraw the lawsuit I filed against you.”
He went rigid and stared open m*uthed at me. “Are you for real?” My heart filled with joy as I glimpsed the hope that shimmered brightly in his eyes.
I nodded.
“My God, you’re willing to give me another chance?”
I laughed, “Yes, Isaac. You love me, don’t you?”
“I do. with
all of my heart.”
“And you’re ready to change. Be the man I fell in love with?”
He nodded.
“We can start all over again.”
His eyes widened and his smile broadened. “Bella, I swear I will always love you. I admit that I treated you badly and I was wrong, I am willing to reform, I
“Time’s up.” His words were interrupted by the prison guard and my clenching fists relaxed as he stopped talking. He will reform..as if!
He pulled me into an abrupt hug and I ignored the nausea that rose up my throat. I looked at him affectionately after he pulled away, “Let’s start over. I will drop the lawsuit and wait for you, wait for the day you get out of prison, I will pick you up.”
Tears welled up in Isaac’s eyes and he nodded with a watery smile, looking bag as the cop dragged him away, “I will stay strong until I am released. Bella, I love you!”
I gritted my teeth. Could he stop saying that?
I turned as they took him away. I walked out of the prison and groaned as I massaged the area around my m*uth and eyes. My face hurt from forcing all those grins.
Now, all that was left to do was to wait; wait for the right time.
And today was the right time. After I dropped the lawsuit, it didn’t take long for Isaac to get released.
tall lean man walked out of the gates with some other men and I recognized him immediately because his beard and long hair were gone. He was looking more like Isaac now.
I smiled.
He was looking around, obviously looking for me. His eyes fell on me and I pocketed my phone and raised my hand.
“Over here, I hopped.
He started toward me, with long strides and a beaming smile.
“Bell-
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My other hand stuck out of my pocket of its own accord and the word died in his m*uth as he stopped walking. Slowly, his gaze fell on the gun in my hand before settling on his bleeding stomach. The duffel bag he hung on his shoulder fell and he went down after it. falling to his knees as his hand clutched his stomach.
The plan was to wait for him to get closer to me before I emptied the bullets in his heart but I couldn’t bear to hear him say my name one more time. It had been tortuous enough listening to him say it over and over again last week.
He looked up at me, his eyes were red and pain and betrayal mixed with the tears that glimmered in them.
I cocked my head and smiled back at him. When I saw cops running towards me. I swiftly pulled the trigger several more times till the gun was emptied.
The tears that slid down Isaac’s face before he collapsed on the floor in a loud heap was worth it
all, the hurt and pain and betrayal in his eyes soothed the bitterness in me.
I hoped that would be the first of the many tears he’d shed as he rotted in hell.
The prison police swarmed me. “Ops,” I said as I calmly threw the gun away then I raised my hands in the air.
I smirked coldly and looked at them. “I have a mental illness, I want to see my lawyer!”
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