The Trial Phase

The Trial Phase

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Isabella held in her tears as she apologized to one of the one hundred and fifty guest present for what should have been her engagement party. How she managed to keep calm through all this she did not know. It was not until the last guest had walk through the door did her face fall and tears leaked out of her eyes. She felt disgusted with herself. She wondered how it is that she allowed herself to be so foolish, and for what, love. Here she was on the day she should be celebrating apologizing for a man who never once treated her right. "Is this really how pathetic I have become for the sake of love?" she questioned herself. Isabella sat on one of the long abandoned chairs and began to think. She began to think about all the times she had to make an excuse for this man. She thought about the many times he had made her feel less than herself. Looking at her situation she began to see just how pitiful she had become. It was all because of this man. This man was the reason she decided to withdraw from the society. She grew tired of always having to make up an excuse for him whenever she went to events. It was because she longer wanted to look pitiful that she stopped attending these events. Thinking back to the conversation she had with him about this night she began to worry. If it had not been for the fact that it was the first time he had promised to do something for her she would not have begun to worry. Taking out her phone she immediately sent him a message. "Christian. The party is over. I just wanted to know... are you okay?" "Yes" he replied. "Remember to be at the courthouse by eleven" she sent. She thought over the many things that could have stopped him form coming and not one of those scenarios made her feel any better. How is it that he is okay and still decide not to show on such an important day to the two of them. A few minutes passed before she got another message from Christian. "Okay" it read.
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In the middle of a heated, desperate moment, to be hers forever... I flinched as he smashed the glass with his bare hands, my harsh accusations still hanging in the air between us. The shattering sound echoed through the room, a cruel symphony of heartbreak. Blood dripped from his knuckles, pooling onto the floor, and his eyes, glistening with unshed tears, locked onto mine. "I love you, Victoria!" he shouted, his voice laced with desperation. "God damn it! Why are you the only one who can't see it?" His words trembled with a mixture of anger and sadness, each syllable a plea. "Would any man go to such lengths for a woman he merely pities? Do you really think I'd bring you here, to this place, if I wasn't hopelessly in love with you?" His voice cracked, and I could see the vulnerability beneath his fury. "I love you. I need you. I can't keep pretending like I don't care anymore," he said, tears streaming down his face. "I hate how you smile at Kaden, how you blush around other guys. It kills me every time. "He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving mine, and reached out with his uninjured hand to gently cup my face. His touch was tender, contrasting with the storm of emotions raging inside him. "Just say you'll be mine, Vic," he whispered, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "I know you love me too." He was right. I did love him. Ever since that day I helped him with his tie, I had begun to care for him in ways I didn't want to admit. I had tried to deny it, tried to convince myself that I could never fall for the obnoxious jerk I once knew. But here I was, standing in front of him, my defenses crumbling, my heart laid bare. "I... I love you, Lewis," I confessed, my voice breaking as tears streamed down my cheeks. "I love you so much." And in that moment, surrounded by the shards of glass and the weight of unspoken feelings, I knew there was no turning back.

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