Isabelle opened her eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding.
"Where am I?" She asked as she suddenly sat up.
"Oh, you are awake," the nurse said.
"What happened?" She asked.
"You fainted yesterday," the nurse responded.
"Oh, and my husband, has he visited me yet?" Isabelle asked.
She asked because she wanted to know if there was a slight chance that her alpha might feel some concern toward her and not just her blood.
"Oh, he sent the driver for you, just in case you needed to go home," the nurse responded.
"Is that so?" Isabelle asked firmly this time.
"Yes," the nurse said as she took her vitals.
Isabelle took her phone but the battery was drained.
"Excuse me, is it possible that I can borrow a charger from you?"
"Unfortunately I didn't bring my charger but you can borrow my phone," she said, taking out the phone from her pocket.
"Thank you," she smiled as she dialed a number she knew she would use someday.
"Hello, Mr Carter?" She said on the phone.
"Hello Miss Foxworth," the voice answered.
"I would like to move forward with the divorce proceedings, could you bring me the paperwork?"
It was a quiet ride home, Isabelle let her mind wander as she looked at the drops of rain hitting the passenger window as the driver carefully traversed his way, avoiding traffic.
It was 10AM by the time she was released from the hospital and of course, it was a given fact already that everything was already paid for by her rich husband.
She smirked and shook her head.
It was a relief to finally speak with Jackson Carter regarding the divorce.
But no one knew about it because the divorce filing was going to cover everything that was included in their marriage contract.
Marriage?
Is that even a word she can call what she is in?
But she was grateful because above everything else, she remained intact, pure, innocent and so in essence, she didn't really lose anything, except two years of her life.
The car slowed down as it entered the gates of Zayden’s villa, well the house that was supposedly hers.
Why was he here?
She got out of the vehicle and thanked the driver.
The butler opened the door to the house for her.
"Good Morning Mistress ," the butler said.
"Is Zayden in the house?" She asked.
"Yes Ma’am, he is upstairs with Miss Blake," the butler gave Isabelle a grim look.
"Oh, thank you Henry," she says as she goes straight to her room.
She went to the closet, surprised to hear Zayden in the shower.
She just shook her head as started removing her clothes.
"Oh you are back," Zayden says as he stepped in the walk-in closet.
Isabelle took the nearest jacket and put it on, not wanting for Zayden to see her body.
He turned around and leaned against the door, "what are you doing in my room?" Isabelle asked.
"Vivi, this is my room too," he said as droplets of water fell on his black robe while toweling himself dry.
"Oh, I wasn't aware, I am sorry," Isabelle replied as she grabbed a lounge wear and started walking to the bathroom.
"You can change here," Zayden said, eyeing her bare chest, "I don't mind."
"I do," she said, stepping inside and locking the door.
How dare he come here after leaving her at the hospital.
Well, how dare she think that Zayden cares for her when everything is just a contract.
She quickly changed into her pajamas , washed her face and brushed her teeth, she's tired and she just wanted to sleep.
Isabelle stepped outside of the room surprised to see that Zayden wasn't there anymore, instead she found him sitting at the foot of the bed waiting for her, already changed into his suit and tie.
"How are you feeling, Vivi?" Zayden asked tenderly.
"Why do you care? I already donated blood so you don't need to peretend to be nice to me. Your business is done with me right?" Isabelle deadpanned,
She stared at the alpha then turned around to go to bed.
Zayden looked at his wife, someone he married to save his best friend's fiancé, Alison.
Alison whose unrequited love stayed unrequited until after the accident when she needed blood and that is what she needed, to finally achieve what she wanted, Zayden’s undivided attention.
A brisk knock at the door interrupted the silence.
Zayden opened the door to Alison smiling at him,
"are you ready to leave Zade?"
Zayden turned around to see Isabelle already sleeping.
Isabelle who agreed to marry him in exchange of blood and money.
He knew nothing about her and he didn't want to because if he allowed himself to start falling for the omega sleeping in their matrimonial bed, there would be no turning back.
He looked at her with a pang of longing, he knew he could not do anything about it.
He looked at her with a pain in his heart because the scent that wafted from her was so sweet and addicting and he knew that Isabelle’s heat would come soon and there was nothing he could do to help.
The moment Isabelle heard the car drive away, she sat up and went to her closet and took the luggage from the room's storage space.
She took a deep breath and looked around the place, it was impressively beautiful but she would not miss it because this house was a prison that held her for two years and finally she decided to free herself from her captor.
She finally finished packing when Butler William knocked at the door, "Mrs Prescott?"
"Yes?"
"A man named Alaric Forxworth and Jackson Carter are here to see you," he informed
she opened the door, already ready to leave.
"Oh, is that so?" Isabelle said as she rolled two big luggages out of the room.
"Where are you going, Ma’am?"
Isabelle didn't respond.
The moment she saw Alaric and Jackson at the bottom of the steps, she rolled her eyes and shook her head.
She sent Jackson an angry glare, "how did he find out?"
Alaric came up to Isabelle and whispered, "You don't just hire our family lawyer and not expect me to find out, would you?"
Both men took the luggage from her and went down the stairs and straight to the door.
She then turned to the Butler, "Thank you for being kind to me William. Thank you for always
treating me nicely."
The butler already has his hand on the phone, ready to call Master Prescott. "But where are you going, Ma’am?"
"I am leaving for good," Isabelle replied and bowed to the butler.
"Thank you again." She looked at the entrance of the house.
It was beautiful for sure. A breathtaking prison that held her captive for so long.
She got inside the Ferrari Purosangue.
Isabelle just shook her head, "Wow, this is nice brother!"
"And it's yours, actually this is yours," Alaric said as they put on their seatbelts.
"Nice, is this what I get for filing divorce?" Isabelle looked at her brother seriously.
"Yes. It's from Dad, a welcome back gift to you," Alaric said.
Isabelle turned to Jackson, "And you are supposed to be my best friend."
"But your brother is my boss," he smiled at her.