Chapter 45 I might love him too.
Isla’s POV.
“What are you doing here?” I jumped from my bed, heart racing,
“Why are you in my room? How did you get in here?”
“I’ve been here all night, wife. This is my house. I have every right to be here.” He said, stretching his legs.
“Even if this is your house, I have the right to privacy. You can’t just come in here unannounced!” I shot back.
“Ever since our marriage and you got to meet my brother, we’ve been like strangers.”
“If I remember, we’re married by papers only. And I’ve been trying to be a good wife, but you don’t see it.”
“The only person who matters to you is your lover, Lucia.”
“She’s not my lover, I’ve told you several times before. She’s just…”
“What? A friend? Or a female supporting character in your life? Which of them…”
“I know you haven’t gotten over what I did last time, and I really want to make it up to you.” He stood from the coach, moving toward the bed.
“Can’t you see how hard I’m trying to get us back together just like the way we were when we got married?”
“Don’t come any closer…”
He climbed the bed, dragging his knees toward me.
“Isla… I… I love you… I really do want you in my life…”
“Why are you being weird? Stay the hell away from me.”
I slipped backward, my back hitting the bed frame.
“I see the way my brother looks at you. The way he defends you… it’s.. I can’t stand it.”
“What way does he look at me? Why does that even matter to you?”
His face turned icy cold now, eyes were fire.
“You’re my wife. I’m the only one who’s allowed to look at you like that.”
“Don’t tell me you sneaked into my room, in the middle of the night to tell me this?”
“I couldn’t keep pretending you didn’t matter to me. I really do love you more than anything, Isla.”
“You’re sick…” I blurted.
“I’m sick for you, Isla. Can’t you see how much I’m trying?”
“It didn’t matter anymore. The moment you decided to side with Lucia over me, that was when the little affection I had for you disappeared.”
“And I told you she didn’t matter.” He sighed.
“That doesn’t look like it. The way you defend her didn’t look like she didn’t matter.”
“You defend her like she was your real wife. And the worst part? You did it to my face… like I didn’t matter.”
My voice thundered through the room. I had never been this loud, not since she appeared in this marriage.
I stood now, walked down the mattress, tears gathering down my cheek.
I didn’t know what to believe anymore. Today he’s with her, defends her, and just lets me watch.
She had humiliated me countless times, and he had done nothing about it.
And now, I clenched my fists, the blood in my boiling.
Now he wants to pretend it never happened? What was I to him?
The air in my lungs ceased, I almost fell to the ground.
Was I some cheap thing he always came back to whenever he wanted?
All my life I hadn’t mattered to anyone. And I was done proving that I do.
The person who had ever made me feel like I wasn’t just an option was Damian.
“You think I’m too forgiving and easy to get to because I choose to do nothing but accept the reality that I didn’t matter to you?”
“No, Isla… I never meant that you…”
“What do you mean then? Tell me, because I don’t get it.” I replied, voice soft.
He didn’t say anything. Our eyes locked on each other, while he sat on the mattress.
“I have loved you since the day you stepped into my world.”
“I was scared that what if you didn’t feel the same way about me.”
“I didn’t want you to feel forced… I just want you to love me by your own will, Isla.”
“You’re joking right?”
“I’m being serious and honest with you…”
“You hurt me and ask me to love you? I once thought that maybe, I could love you… that maybe we were meant for each other but..”
“But what?” His gaze sharpened.
“You don’t love me. You’re just scared of losing me to your brother.”
“You’re scared of looking incapable of keeping me here. You just want control over me, Husband.”
“I don’t want control, I just want your love…”
“Well, news flash, you can’t get it. I’m done hurting in the name of love…”
“What if he’s just using you?” He spat.
“That’s not in your place to judge.”
“You think you’re safe and loved because he’s good to you? You’re just another pawn in this game of marriage.”
“You’re not allowed to speak ill of him,” I opened the door and waved for him to leave.
“You might regret this,” he said, walking into the hallway.
I banged the door behind me. Face fuming.
What the fuck was that? What does he think he’s doing?
Trying to win me over with just words?
I stood before the mirror, touching my face.
Yesterday Damian confessed his love to me and today?
His brother’s doing the same. What was he up to this time?
Is this some kind of plan work or a game? No no no.
I have to get myself together. He thinks I’m a pushover?
Hell no, being weak and helpless didn’t mean I didn’t have the right to make my own decisions.
Damian had told me that yesterday, and I’ll put that to work.
My cheeks flushed at the thought of him.
His words and how he had turned my sad moments to a beautiful one. Something no one had ever done.
The way he held my hands, the way he looked into my eyes and told me he loved me.
I almost gave in. I almost believed it. And maybe, my chest rose and fell gently.
Maybe I really did believe him. Because I might love him.