My Badboy Husband (On Hold)

Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Some me time

Author's note: As you can all see the cover and name of this book has been changed. Just kinda got tired of the old ones.  I hope you guys like it.

Isabella's POV

I sat cross legged on the couch and faced him anticipating his explanation quietly. His eyes stared back into mine with a very unfamiliar emotion as he somehow looked to be trying to find the right words to begin.

As I stared back at him patiently watching how speechless he looked my heartbeat immediately started to accelerate.

How does he expected me to not believe something like this if he's making it feel so impossible to. The boy looked so much like Carter and the time frame of it all matches so perfectly, even an idiot could place the pieces together. And as much as how those pieces seem like the right fit to complete this messed up puzzle I refused to let myself give in, but it's better said than done.

Due to all the countless drama filled experiences I've been involved in its like my strength just keeps depleting each time, piece by piece my strength was bring torn away from me and it's like I had no control of it whatsoever. I was such a strong large rock and now all I feel like is a small pebble being kicked around by passing strangers.

As my mind began to take over again I felt like I was just on the verge of giving up right then and there. I don't think I'll be able to handle this much drama, at least not again. I'm so sick and tired of getting involved in all these problems, as soon as one is resolved it's like another I just secretly clawing it's way around the corner to suck me back into this deep dark endless pit once again.

I don't want to feel likes this anymore, it's beginning to feel like too much to handle. Why can't life just give me a break, is that really so hard to ask for?

My attention was then drawn back to Carter who still hasn't uttered a single word as yet. "So it's true then" the words fell from my lips as the lump began to form in my throat again.

Without even realizing it my fists gripped the small cushion next to me with more intensity than I thought possible. My veins began to bubble with anger as my face was now flushed a deep red.

I felt myself began to slightly shake and at this point It was like I was trapped, completely trapped inside my own thoughts with no way of escaping.

"It's not true" he denied quietly staring deep into my eyes as he gently placed his hand over mine which was practically ripping the small cushion open. His small touched immediately made my boiling anger deteriorate. Like water meeting fire my enormous flames were put out almost instantly.

I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"Then why can't you just explain to me what really happened?"

"I just.. " he paused shaking his head with a sigh looking away from me" I don't like talking about it. And if I do try to explain to you that would involve bringing up some memories I'm trying my hardest to forget right now. Seeing my dad again after so long reminded me of so many painful things and I certainly don't feel like taking a trip down memory lane, at least not for now"

"I'm not asking you to go deep down into your past Carter I just need to know what happened with that girl and if their speaking the truth "

"Baby-"

"Do not baby me right now. Tell me what happened"

"Can we at least just talk about it in the morning. It's really late and you should probably be resting right now"