Her Baby’s Not My Husband's - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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"Do you honestly believe I can't see right through you?" My voice sliced through the tension like ice, the chandeliers above scattering fractured light across the polished floor between us.
Isaac's mouth opened, but I cut him off.
"You're just a broke nobody now, aren't you?" I leaned in slightly, letting each word land like a hammer. "Instead of gratitude, all you'd give me later is resentment."
His jaw clenched, but he quickly masked his shock with a pitiful look. "Lola," he stammered, voice cracking, "I—I messed up. I should've been grateful. Without you, I'd be nothing. I was stupid, blind—I took you for granted."
I exhaled, exhaustion weighing me down. His words were polished, empty—like echoes from a grave.
"Just go," I said flatly. "I don't want to see you again."
Isaac froze, his pleading expression crumbling into disbelief. He couldn't grasp that I meant it.
"Lola," he rasped, "you're really tossing away everything we had?"
For a heartbeat, I wavered—remembering the man he used to be. The one who peeled my oranges, remembered every anniversary, counted the days we'd been together. But that man was long gone, eroded by betrayal.
"I never left you," I said quietly, holding his gaze. "You walked away first. Now get out."
My father, silent in the corner until now, stepped forward like a storm cloud. "Need it spelled out?" he growled. "Leave before I throw you out."
Isaac's face twisted, desperation curdling into rage. "What else do you want?" he shouted. "I apologized!"
I didn't flinch, nodding to the butler. As he seized Isaac's arm, Isaac thrashed but had no choice. "You'll regret this, Lola!" he screamed over his shoulder. "You ruined me! I swear, you won't get away with it!"
Dad watched him go, muttering, "Pathetic. He'd never have apologized if he wasn't desperate."
I stayed silent. Mercy had no place with men like Isaac.
That night, Isaac drowned himself in booze, got into a bar fight, and landed in jail. Meanwhile, Jessica—still bedridden—was drowning too. With my financial support cut off, her medical bills piled up.
Her parents stormed in, raving about her being a burden. Their cruelty pushed her to the brink. She called Isaac, but he was too busy wallowing.
Three days later, Isaac was released. Jessica waited outside, clutching her discharge papers—only to recoil as he snarled, "Don't touch me! You're the reason my life's hell!"
Jessica's tears fell silently. "Isaac, we—"
"We what?" he roared. "You seduced me! You plotted against Lola! Now I'm ruined too! Get lost!"
Jessica stood shattered as he stormed off. That night, her parents dragged ck to their village, selling her off in a rushed marriage. She vanished from our lives.
Isaac never spoke her name again.
Next morning, I stood at the bustling airport, luggage in hand. Dad had promised to see me off, but as boarding time neared, he still wasn't there.
My phone buzzed. "Ms. Nichols," a tense voice said, "your father's been kidnapped. We've got a location."
My heart stopped.
The abandoned warehouse reeked of mildew and rust. A single bulb flickered over peeling walls. I pushed the creaking door open—and my blood turned to ice.
Dad slumped in a chair, suit bloodied, face battered. Beside him, leaning on a crutch, stood Isaac. A knife glinted at Dad's throat.
"Don't move!" Isaac's voice was raw, wild. The blade trembled against Dad's skin.
I froze, hands up. "Isaac, please," I said steadily, though fear clawed my chest. "Put the knife down. We can fix this."
"Fix it?" He let out a broken laugh, sweat dripping down his face. "I begged! I lost everything because of you! My job, my future—you destroyed me!"
For a second, I saw the ghost of the man I'd loved—shattered by his own choices.
"Isaac, I get it," I said softly, inching forward. "I'm sorry too. Let Dad go, and we'll figure it out. We're still family, right?"
"Family?" His laugh was hollow. "You trashed me like garbage! If we're done, let's all burn together!"
Dad groaned weakly. Time was running out. "Isaac," I whispered, stepping closer, "listen. I was wrong. I hurt you. But this isn't—"
Isaac's mouth opened, but I cut him off.
"You're just a broke nobody now, aren't you?" I leaned in slightly, letting each word land like a hammer. "Instead of gratitude, all you'd give me later is resentment."
His jaw clenched, but he quickly masked his shock with a pitiful look. "Lola," he stammered, voice cracking, "I—I messed up. I should've been grateful. Without you, I'd be nothing. I was stupid, blind—I took you for granted."
I exhaled, exhaustion weighing me down. His words were polished, empty—like echoes from a grave.
"Just go," I said flatly. "I don't want to see you again."
Isaac froze, his pleading expression crumbling into disbelief. He couldn't grasp that I meant it.
"Lola," he rasped, "you're really tossing away everything we had?"
For a heartbeat, I wavered—remembering the man he used to be. The one who peeled my oranges, remembered every anniversary, counted the days we'd been together. But that man was long gone, eroded by betrayal.
"I never left you," I said quietly, holding his gaze. "You walked away first. Now get out."
My father, silent in the corner until now, stepped forward like a storm cloud. "Need it spelled out?" he growled. "Leave before I throw you out."
Isaac's face twisted, desperation curdling into rage. "What else do you want?" he shouted. "I apologized!"
I didn't flinch, nodding to the butler. As he seized Isaac's arm, Isaac thrashed but had no choice. "You'll regret this, Lola!" he screamed over his shoulder. "You ruined me! I swear, you won't get away with it!"
Dad watched him go, muttering, "Pathetic. He'd never have apologized if he wasn't desperate."
I stayed silent. Mercy had no place with men like Isaac.
That night, Isaac drowned himself in booze, got into a bar fight, and landed in jail. Meanwhile, Jessica—still bedridden—was drowning too. With my financial support cut off, her medical bills piled up.
Her parents stormed in, raving about her being a burden. Their cruelty pushed her to the brink. She called Isaac, but he was too busy wallowing.
Three days later, Isaac was released. Jessica waited outside, clutching her discharge papers—only to recoil as he snarled, "Don't touch me! You're the reason my life's hell!"
Jessica's tears fell silently. "Isaac, we—"
"We what?" he roared. "You seduced me! You plotted against Lola! Now I'm ruined too! Get lost!"
Jessica stood shattered as he stormed off. That night, her parents dragged ck to their village, selling her off in a rushed marriage. She vanished from our lives.
Isaac never spoke her name again.
Next morning, I stood at the bustling airport, luggage in hand. Dad had promised to see me off, but as boarding time neared, he still wasn't there.
My phone buzzed. "Ms. Nichols," a tense voice said, "your father's been kidnapped. We've got a location."
My heart stopped.
The abandoned warehouse reeked of mildew and rust. A single bulb flickered over peeling walls. I pushed the creaking door open—and my blood turned to ice.
Dad slumped in a chair, suit bloodied, face battered. Beside him, leaning on a crutch, stood Isaac. A knife glinted at Dad's throat.
"Don't move!" Isaac's voice was raw, wild. The blade trembled against Dad's skin.
I froze, hands up. "Isaac, please," I said steadily, though fear clawed my chest. "Put the knife down. We can fix this."
"Fix it?" He let out a broken laugh, sweat dripping down his face. "I begged! I lost everything because of you! My job, my future—you destroyed me!"
For a second, I saw the ghost of the man I'd loved—shattered by his own choices.
"Isaac, I get it," I said softly, inching forward. "I'm sorry too. Let Dad go, and we'll figure it out. We're still family, right?"
"Family?" His laugh was hollow. "You trashed me like garbage! If we're done, let's all burn together!"
Dad groaned weakly. Time was running out. "Isaac," I whispered, stepping closer, "listen. I was wrong. I hurt you. But this isn't—"
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