Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6
Nathan's eyes filled with confusion. The Isabella he once knew was utterly dependent on him, relying on him for every meal. Yet now, she seemed capable of taking care of herself.

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Inside the hospital room, Isabella, though starving to the point of feeling hollow, lost her appetite as she stared at the array of food delivered by the takeout worker. Her hand gently rested on her stomach, a secret known only to her. Her digestive system had always been robust, never susceptible to nausea from something as trivial as a cold.

Memories from three months ago resurfaced—Nathan begging her to donate a kidney to Victoria. That same night, she had foolishly pleaded for his attention. Now, it was very likely that a new life was forming in her womb.

A faint, bitter smile crossed her pale lips. This child couldn’t have come at a worse time.

When Nathan entered, Isabella was gazing out the window, her face ashen but her voice unwavering and resolute.

“Nathan, can you get me some mifepristone pills?”

Nathan froze in place. The timid girl who had once been cautious around him was now giving him orders?

He masked his reaction. “What for?”

“My period started. I have cramps,” Isabella replied, turning toward him. “Please.”

His gaze fell on her hand, which was pressed against her lower abdomen. Almost involuntarily, he nodded.

“Alright.”

Watching him leave, Isabella’s once-clear eyes grew shadowed.

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Nathan stepped out of the room and called his assistant.

“Buy some mifepristone pills and deliver them to the hospital.”

Before long, Isabella received an entire bottle of pills, courtesy of the assistant.

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That night, the hospital corridors were eerily quiet. In Victoria's room, Nathan comforted her tenderly.

“Victoria, your life is hard-won. You must cherish it. No more reckless behavior.”

Victoria, pale and frail, held his hand tightly. Despite her weakened state, love radiated from her being.

“Nathan, you know how much I love you… Without you, life is meaningless. So, you can’t leave me.”

“Alright,” he reassured her. “I’ll always stay by your side. You just need to recover quickly.”

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Meanwhile, in another room, Isabella curled up on her bed, staring at the blank ceiling. She felt an emptiness within her body, an ache that mirrored her soul. Tears, warm and silent, slipped from the corners of her eyes.

When her bedspread was stained red with blood, she closed her eyes, a solitary tear sliding down her cheek. It was not sorrow but relief. She was finally free. She and Nathan now had no further ties.

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The next day, Nathan’s assistant arrived with Isabella’s luggage, her passport, and a bank card.

“Madam,” the assistant stammered, “the president has arranged everything. Your flight is at 7 a.m.”

Isabella, weak and weary, barely managed to speak.

“He’s not coming to see me off?”

“Your Sis had a fit last night,” the assistant explained awkwardly. “The president couldn’t leave her.”

Isabella’s reaction was void of disappointment, as if she had expected it all along.

“I see.”