Ethan and Isabella relationship blossomed, but trust issues lingered. Ethan determined to prove himself.
He started small. He arrived at Isabella office, coffee in hand, every morning. Good morning, he say, his smile genuine. Isabella defenses slowly dropped. Their lunch break became sacred. Strolls the park, laughter and easy conversations.
Ethan shared stories of his past. Isabella opened up about her fears. With each shared moment, trust grew.
Isabella snuggled deeper into Ethan arm. His house, their sanctuary. Soft moonlight danced across his face.
She drifted off, feeling safe. Midnight, Isabella stirred thirsty. Ethan phone lay on the nightstand screen lit. A text message from Sophia.: last night was unforgettable, can't wait for tomorrow
Her eyes locked onto the words. Ethan's gentle snores filled the room. But Isabella's world had shattered. She slid out of bed, silently grabbed her clothes.
Ethan stirred, Isabella? Just getting water, she whispered. Her voice trembling. Ethan settled back, unaware.
Isabella's hands shook as she dressed. Ethan's peaceful snores mocked her.
She grabbed her phone, keys and purse. Slipped out into the night. The cool air enveloped her. As she walked, tears streamed down her face. How could he? Behind her back? With Sophia? She thought they shared something real
The city lights blurred. She hailed a cab. Home, she whispered to the driver. The ride passed in a haze. Isabella's mind reeled. Memories of Ethan whispers, his promises. Was it all a lie?
The cab stopped, Isabella paid and stepped out into the darkness. Her apartment loomed. Empty and cold
She collapse on the couch. Her phone buzzed. Ethan name flashed. Where are you? She didn't reply and hung up. She switched off her phone and went to bed.
Ethan eyes snapped open. Isabella side of the bed was empty. Isabella? He called out but got no response. He sat up, scanned the room. Her clothes were gone. Panic set in. he grabbed his phone, texted her but got no reply.
He tried calling but it went straight to voicemail. He threw off covers. Rushed to dress, out the door into the night. He hailed a cab to Isabella apartment. The ride seemed eternal. His mind raced. What had he done? The cab stopped and he leapt out.
He ran to her building. Pressed the buzzer, no answer. He called again, voicemail. Ethan paced desperation clawed. Suddenly the door opened. Isabella stood looking disoriented.
What do you want Ethan?