Page 133 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
The moment I had planned in my head for telling him about the baby had been ripped from me. This would be his last memory of me. Me not telling him something. It would tear him apart. If Isabella didn't kill him, that would.
James just stared at me. He didn't say a word. The color had drained from his face. And I realized he wasn't really staring at me. He was looking past me. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. I had it all planned out.
Look at me. Please look at me."James, I was going to tell you on your birthday. I..."
"That's quite enough." Isabella pressed the gun against the side of my forehead.
Oh God.My heart was pounding. It was all I could hear. And all I could think about was how mad I'd been the past few days. And how it was such a waste of time. Such a horrible waste of time to have anger in my heart. I should have been counting myblessings. I should have been with him the whole time. I should have been savoring it.
"Isabella, stop!" James yelled. "Please stop. You win. You win, okay? I'll do whatever you want."
"I want you to be with me. I want us to be what we used to be. I want everyone to be jealous of me again. I want my fucking life back!"
"Okay. Me too. I want it all back. I want you back."
"But what about the baby?"
"I never wanted kids. And I don't want that one. She knew that. She knew that and she got pregnant anyway. I don't want anything to do with her or that child. You know me, Isabella. You're the only one that really knows me. You're all that I want. It's always been you."
James! Look at me!I struggled against the duct tape.
Isabella pressed the gun harder against my temple. "You'll go back to her."
"No. I'll never want her as much as I want you. You know that, baby. I'll file for divorce. We can go wherever you want. Just...please come here."
The gun slowly dropped from my forehead. "I just don't understand. Why were you ever with her then? Why would you hurt me like this?"
"I pitied her. She was weak. I liked that she was young and naive and didn't know better. Because she was everything that you weren't. And it killed me that you didn't want me anymore. That someone so strong willed and sexy had cut me down. I was just trying to forget by dating someone that was so opposite of you. But I could never forget you."
Young. Naive. Weak.It was everything I didn't want to be. It was everything that I was.Look at me James. Show me that you don't mean it.
"I know how unforgettable I am." She ran her fingers through his hair.
And he smiled. That smile was like a knife in my heart. They looked so natural together. I looked away. Maybe he was just telling her what she needed to hear. But maybe...
"Then kiss me," he said. "Let's start over. Let's put all of it behind us. We'll be better than we ever were."
I watched as Isabella leaned down a little closer to him. And I died inside. Isabella was right. The thought of him with her had always haunted me. And now that I was about to see it? It was seared into my brain.
This couldn't be what he really wanted. This couldn't be. So why did he ask her to kiss him? To give me a chance to escape? There was no escape. I pulled my wrists as hard as I could. It just made me cry more.Young. Naive. Weak.I was so weak. I gritted my teeth as I pulled again on my restraints. Nothing. All I could do was watch the man I love tilt his head toward the woman he was professing his love for.
It happened in a flash. James pulled out his IV and wrapped the cord around Isabella's neck right before her lips met his.
She dropped the gun on the floor and it skittered over to the window.
"You tried to kill me, you fucking bitch!"
"James!" I screamed as Isabella struggled in his arms.
"You tried to kill my brother!" He tightened the cord around her neck. Blood trickled down his hand where his IV had been.
"James, stop!" A part of me wanted him to kill her. She had put us through hell. But this wasn't James. He would never do something like this.
"You tried to kill my wife. You threatened my family," he was choking on his words. "I was forced to give up my life to be with you once. I'll never make that mistake again. No one will ever tell me how to live my life again." He replaced the cord with his hands.
Her face was turning purple.
"James, you're not a murderer! Stop!"
