Chapter 1013 Heartache
Bronte's laugh cut through Isabella like a knife. "Bronte, are you out of your mind? If Leon loved you, he'd be with you, not me. He wouldn't be dating me, let alone marrying me!"
"Leon loves me, that's why he doesn't want to hurt me. His mom has schizophrenia, and he was always against marriage. But he fell for me and has been holding back his feelings because he doesn't want me to miss out on being a mom.
So, he kept his distance. But you know, a guy can't be alone forever, so he settled for you. When you got pregnant, it freaked him out and he felt trapped, so he pushed for an abortion. When that didn't work, he had no choice but to let you have the baby. After all, it's his kid, so he had to marry you. You probably didn't know any of this, did you?
You still think he loves you. It's laughable, Isabella. Who do you think you are? How could he fall for someone as ordinary as you?" Bronte cackled as she finished.
"I think you're the one who's delusional. Just wait and see!" Isabella snapped and hung up.
Even though Isabella didn't buy Bronte's story, it still left her feeling uneasy, like she couldn't breathe.
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Isabella thought about her time with Leon. She believed in his love because his eyes, expressions, and care for her all felt real; he had no reason to fake it.
But why would someone so loving get mixed up with Bronte? The thought tore at her.
No matter what, Isabella couldn't shake the feeling that there was something between Leon and Bronte.
She didn't believe Bronte's claim that Leon had loved her from the start but held back to avoid burdening her. She was sure Bronte was lying.
Feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, Isabella leaned against the headboard.
After a long time, as night deepened, she finally dozed off.
When she woke up, she felt thirsty. She slipped on her shoes and headed to the kitchen for some water.
She poured a cup of hot water and was about to head back to the bedroom.
But as she turned around, she saw a shadow under the dim wall light.
Startled, Isabella's hand shook, and the glass cup fell to the ground.
The glass shattered, and the hot water scalded her hand, making her scream.
In the next moment, the shadow stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, urgently asking, "Are you okay? Did you get burned?"
Through the pain, Isabella looked up and saw a pair of deep, anxious, and slightly intoxicated eyes.
The suit jacket that had been draped over his arm was now on the floor. He wasn't wearing a tie, and his white shirt had the top buttons undone. His face was a bit flushed, and Isabella could smell the alcohol on his breath.
Isabella knew he had just come back from outside and had drunk quite a bit.
The next moment, Isabella yanked her hand out of his grasp and said coldly, "I don't need your help!"
Leon frowned, looking at her with pained eyes.
Even in the dim light, Isabella could see the heart-wrenching look in his eyes.
She couldn't stand his gaze but also didn't want to believe there was nothing between him and Bronte.
So, the next moment, Isabella turned to leave.
But she forgot about the glass shards on the floor. As soon as her thin slippers stepped on the glass, she let out a low cry.
"What happened?" Leon frowned immediately upon seeing this.
Realizing what was wrong, he bent down and picked Isabella up from the floor.
Her slippers fell to the ground.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" Isabella shouted at Leon, her eyes wide open.
Leon didn't respond and instead carried her towards his bedroom.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" The night was too quiet, and Kathy, the nanny, and Milo were all sound asleep, so Isabella didn't dare to shout loudly and could only protest in a hushed voice.
Leon carried Isabella into his room, and her heart raced. She pounded on Leon's shoulders, but he remained unmoved.
He gently placed her on the bed and then reached to unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt.
Under the dim light, Isabella immediately crossed her arms over her shoulders and asked warily, "What are you doing?"
Seeing her nervous look, Leon paused, then stepped forward and grabbed her chin, saying, "We're married. Whatever I want to do is perfectly reasonable, right?"
Isabella angrily slapped his hand away and stood up barefoot.
Realizing she wanted to run, Leon pushed her back onto the bed.
After Isabella let out a low cry, the bedroom light was turned on.
Instantly, the room was brightly lit, and Isabella couldn't help but shield her eyes, not used to the light.
The next moment, she felt her ankle being grabbed by a pair of large hands.
She instinctively shivered, feeling uncomfortable all over.
Looking down, she saw Leon squatting on the floor, holding her ankle and carefully inspecting her foot.
This scene made Isabella feel even worse.
She knew exactly what he was doing; he was worried that glass shards might have gotten into her foot.
In fact, Isabella knew Leon best. Despite his cold appearance and lack of words, she knew he was actually gentle and very considerate.
How could a man who treated her so well be intimate with another woman? Isabella couldn't accept this reality, but things had happened, and she had no choice but to accept them.
Thinking Leon might show his considerate side to everyone, Isabella couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.
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