Doubts - Regretful ex-Fiancé

Chapter 6 | ✓

"Babe... Babe, no... Oh my God... What have I done?" Jonathan shouted in despair, almost as if he were talking to himself. I took several steps back, surprised by his outburst. His behavior shocked me. The sounds he made were unsettling like they came from someone crazy in a mental hospital.

Goosebumps instantly covered my skin. I had never seen Jonathan on his knees like this. He was yelling and losing control, which was so unlike him. He was always polite, gentle, and sophisticated, with perfectly styled blond hair and expensive, tailored suits. Even when his father passed away, he didn't react too strongly. On the occasion of his death, he looked sad but remained the epitome of control.

He often claimed he disliked dramatic situations or strange actions. The only times he seemed nearly out of control were during our intimate moments. At all other times, he was completely calm and collected.

Now, I find myself gazing at the top of his lowered head. He is kneeling, hands placed in front of him, with his face turned down. It might seem like he was praying, if not for the curse words spilling from his lips. "Oh my God... Oh my God, no... No... No way... No... Oh my God, this can't be happening... Oh my God...!"

The other brothers weren't in great shape either. Liam and Aidan were raking their fingers through their hair as they walked by the living room, repeatedly shouting, "What the hell! "Samuel looked worse than ever, half hanging off the couch, gripping his stomach with both hands and whispering softly, "Isabella... Oh my God... Oh my God..." Mason stood with his arms crossed, looking at them in confusion. 

"Are they crazy or something?" he asked bluntly. 

I felt really awkward about the situation and wanted to find a way to leave them alone with their crying. I wasn't interested in hearing any apologies. "Mason, they confused Isabella with Lilian. Somehow, the fiancé found out that a person named Isabella was at bars dating several different guys. So, he ended their engagement. You just cleared things up for them." Mia's voice rang out in the living room, and Mason looked like he was starting to understand everything better.

"Good for them. I was here to help fix their big mess. Now, shouldn't you all leave? This crying is getting on my nerves. Bella, should I kick them out?" Mason asks, using the nickname Jonathan called me sometimes. Oh well. I completely agree with Mason's plan, but I don't get a chance to say anything because, suddenly, Jonathan stands up and goes after Mason, grabbing his jacket.

"Don't call her that," he says, almost face-to-face with Mason. "Don't call my fiancée that! This is my fiancée. She is my fiancée. S-she is..." He can't finish his sentence.

He suddenly seemed to understand the situation. He stared at Mason with a blank expression, his mouth open, as if the truth had just struck him. It was clearly a tough moment for him because one second he was with Mason and the next, he was on his knees in front of me, gripping my waist. He buried his face in my stomach and began to cry.

"My love... Bella... Please forgive me, forgive me... Bella... I beg you, please... God, please, forgive me..." He held me tightly, pressing his face against me, wrapping his arms around me completely. I tried to push him away gently with one hand, but he didn't move at all. I tried again, and he just held on tighter.

"Jonathan, please let me go," I said softly.

"No, no.. no... Please, no." He begs, not wanting to let me go.

I shouted, "Let me go!" My voice was firm as I raised my hand to stop Mason from helping me. Jonathan slowly lowered his arms, letting them drop in defeat.

"Please... I need to..." he stammered, struggling to find the right words.

"Get up. Stay with your brothers. What I have to say is for all of you."