Chapter 15

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The whole time we where at the hospital Ryder's mother was death staring me. I asked Ryder's mother to talk to me outside

We where outside Ryder's room "do you have a problem with me"

"Yes, I do indeed. My son deserves someone better then you. He is too young to have kids. I want you out of my sons house as soon as you get dismissed from this hospital" she had a blank expression on her face

"All Do respect Mrs Black but Ryder and I are in love and have two kids on the way, you told Ryder you would be there for him and the twins" i said

"I want you out, he has no say over who lives in his house. I own the house and I say you must move out at once. If you don't move I will make him homeless"

I walk back to my room and sat on the bed and stared to cry.

Amanda's P.O.V (Ryder's mother)
After my little chat with Isabella, I knew she made the correct decision when she walked back to her room. I walked back into Ryder's room.

"Where is Isabella" he asked

"Ryder... I need to tell you something" I took a deep breath in "she left and she isn't coming back, she said it's best if you have a normal childhood and focus on your studies and not two babies" I knew I was lying to my son but he deserves to have a normal childhood and focus on his studies so he can get good grades.

"S-She left. Where did she go" he asked

"She didn't tell me" I replied

Isabella's P.O.V
I told the nurses I only want Venessa to visit me and nobody else. I told Venessa everything that happened with Ryder's mother and she was so supportive about and snuck ice-cream into my room so we could eat that and talk about our problems. She told me that her and Cole have been getting close lately and she might like him. I was so happy for her.

It has been a week and I am getting dismissed from the hospital. My doctor told me to take it easy. I got a Uber to Ryder's house and got my key out and unlocked the door. I went upstairs and packed all of my things including my $27,000. And went back downstairs and left my key and a note on the bench or said:

Dear Ryder
I have decided to move out. You need to live a normal life, and you can't do that if you have two kids. Please don't contact me. I am sorry, goodbye Ryder.
From Isabella

My heart broke when I wrote that note, but i didn't have a choice. If I didn't leave then Ryder would have no home. I left the house, I got a cab to The US Grant (it's a hotel). I have decided to stay there until I know what to do. I pay the driver and get out and he helps me with my luggage. I walk up to the receptionist.

"Hi, welcome to US grant hotel how can I help you" a nice lady asks

"Umm hi I called no to long ago about staying here" I said in a sweet voice

"Arr you must be Miss White, yes indeed we do have a room for you" she hands me a keycard "room 686, do you mind if I ask you how far along you are in your pregnancy?"

"It's ok, I am 6 months and 1 week, I am having twins" I said

"Congratulations Miss White" I smiled at the lady and walked to the elevator

I press the button for the 6th floor and wait. I am now on the sixth floor and I am looking for my room.

"684... 685... 686!" I mumble to myself. I grab the keycard our and swipe it to unlock my door. My jaw drops to the ground when I see the place. (Isabella's Bedroom⬇️)

 (Isabella's Bedroom⬇️)

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The bathroom ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

I walk over to my bed and plonk down, I fight the urge to fall asleep

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I walk over to my bed and plonk down, I fight the urge to fall asleep. I get back up and put my clothes away in the dresser. I then sit down on the chair and put my feet up and kick my shoes off. I throw my phone into the bed not wanting to look at it.

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