Narrator
In Mr. George’s mansion, he had continued receiving photos and updates of Isabella’s whereabouts and nothing seemed suspicious yet. He watched the photo where she was with Tristan at his late wife’s grave and they dropped flowers for her before leaving. He was in his home office, working on his laptop when his phone rang.
“Speak,” he said.
“What?” His hands shook from the shock of what he heard.
“She’s dying sir, I sent some photos of the hospital reports,” The make voice said Fein over the phone.
“Keep following her, and keep me updated,” Mr. George said and hung up from the call.
He stood from his chair and walked to the window in shock. The girl who had the guts to stand up for Tristan and read him thoroughly was dying.
“Was that why she didn’t care? Was that the reason she spoke so freely?” He questioned himself. He walked back to his desk and pulled out a drawer staring at the watch she had given him.
He closed it and went back to the window confused.
“What is going on? Is Tristan aware?” He took it before going back to work.
The truth was he could barely concentrate, the news reminded him of how he lost his wife all over again. He sighed thinking about Tristan, in his heart, he wished that this fate didn’t fall on him.
“He’s in love with her,” He whispered recalling how he reacted when he found them. In that awkward position.
“What happens if she dies?” He thought when the same caller called again.
“Sir, Mr. Tristain just saw her hugging a guy, and he left within a cab,” The voice reported.
“And who is the guy?” He asked immediately.
“It seems to be her friend, and he seems to be crying too,” The voice responded.
“Confirm that they are friends and report to me,” Mr. George instructed and grabbed his keys rushing out of the house.
He was still leaving the house when another call came in.
“They are just friends, sir, she seems to be begging him not to tell Mr. Tristan about her illness,” The voice was still saying when Mr. George ended the call and rushed to the garage.
“Damn it, Tristan,” he cursed and threw the keys to his driver.
Tristan
I couldn’t find Isabella in the office and lunch hour was over. I wanted to thank her first for the salad but this was the second time I was looking at the glass to find her cubicle empty. So I closed my laptop, deciding to find out if she was outside the office.
I walked down and stared at the cafes there but no sign of her, I was about to turn around and leave, when my eye caught the familiar outfit.
“Muffin,” I said in a whisper, staring at her as she hugged another male. I took a step closer to get a better look and it was him, that same guy. Micah.
I looked at them in anger, before she could notice my presence, I turned around and called a cab leaving the scene immediately. My heart was heavy and it hurt me badly, it was like there was no passage of breath in my lungs as I couldn’t breathe.
“Muffin,” I held my chest, gasping for sure while I managed to describe the estate to the can driver.
“Welcome sir,” The home staff greeted me as I staggered and managed to get into the living room. I fell on the sofa, feeling suffocated as I undid my tie, still gasping for air.
“Isabel,” tears fell freely from my eyes, as I whispered her name. I tried to convince myself that what I saw wasn’t really but who was I kidding, they wrote literally moving and hugging.
I managed to get up and walked to the kitchen opening the fridge as I dragged a bottle of alcohol.
“I need a cigar,” I mutter looking around me as I drag the bottle back to the living room. I opened it and poured a big one into my mouth when I heard someone scream my name.
“Son,” He rushed to me.
“Mr. George,” I blinked my eyes, hoping I wasn’t dreaming.
“What are you doing with this Tristan?” He took the glass away from me, and I stood up in anger staring at him.
“Why are you here? How dare you show your face to me?” I yelled at the top of my voice.
“You need to go to Isabella, you can’t lose her,” He replied to me and I looked at him like he had run mad.
“Isabella, I don’t care,” I shrugged my shoulders and fell to the seat crossing my legs.
“You’re such a fool, you are going to lose her and you have no idea,” Mr. George said.
“And why do you care? Huh? “I yelled at him.
“She chose to leave me first,” I yelled at him frustrated as tears poured from my eyes.
“What are you saying?” He asked me…
“She’s with that guy. I saw here with him” I laughed hysterically.
“Tristan she’s dying and you think there’s another guy?” My dad said and I looked at him confused.
“What? What do you mean by dying?” I questioned him and stood on my feet.
“Is this how small your love is for her? I thought you would kill for her? Yet you barely trust her?” He stated and I felt angry with his voice.
How dare he come here and judge my love for Isabella? How dare he? I thought in anger.
“You don’t deserve her, you’re going to lose her, you’re going to lose her like I lost your mom,” He yelled, and I saw a drop of tears from my father’s eyes, making me stand there staring at him in shock.
“What? That’s a lie,” I yelled right back at him.
“Isabella has glioblastoma son, she has just three more months to live,” He said and I lost my step and fell on the floor.
“That’s a lie,” I whispered forcing myself up.
“You are lying,” I yelled and punched him.
“People keep dying around you, and you think I would lie about this,” My dad said and cleaned his lips.
“Yes you are lying,” I tried to punch him again, but instead he punched me.
“I’m trying to save you,” He said instead and I shook my head refusing to believe it.
“Security,” I yelled and immediately they rushed into the living room
“Take him away,” I turned my face away.
“Listen to me son, you need to listen,” He yelled as they took him out of the house.
“It can’t be true, there’s no way,” I whispered as I felt cold shivers around my spine… I felt scared, I was afraid.
” I need to find out for myself,” I whispered and dialed one of Isabella’s friend’s numbers…
“Amelia,” I said immediately after she picked up the call.
“Tristan. Hi, his are you?” She asked him.
“I need to know something and I plead that you tell me everything,” I said over the phone.
“Okay, “she responded nervously.
“Is Isabella dying?” I asked my hands shaking.
“Tristain,” She called out.
“Please, just tell me me truth,” I said as a tear dropped from my eyes.
“Yes,” She sighed immediately.
“When did this happen, tell me everything,” I instructed and immediately she started to reveal it all to me…