A YEAR WITH THE BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 99

Isabella's POV

Pretending has never been an easy task for me. But Jayden taught me that. He taught me to learn how to pretend. He taught me how to hide my emotions. 

He taught me how to pretend as if I don't feel anything towards him again. But I do.

Yes, I still do.

And I rejected him. When he knelt on the floor with a diamond ring in his hand to promise me eternity, I rejected him. Not because I don't love him. I still do. 

I rejected him because I still have my doubts. I rejected him because I want to take my time to know if this is true or not. To know if his feelings for me won't change a bit.

The first mistake I made was making decisions in a hurry and I don't want that to repeat itself. I want to take my time to study him, ponder deeply and decide on what is best for me and my baby.

Jayden and I have been through a lot. I watch him each time he comes visiting. I can still see the hurt in his eyes and how hard he is pushing to move past the healing process.

All of a sudden, I became a psychic. I watch his every move; they have meanings.

When I told Grandma that I was going to Jayden's place, she couldn't hide her surprise. I only smiled and left the house.

I know how much she has longed for me to say that or probably wake up one day to pack my bags and move back to Jayden's mansion.

I am not moving back. I know what I am doing. This is something I want and something I have decided without anyone's influence or interference.

I am choosing what is best for my child and me.

When I entered the gate, the guards were surprised to see me. I flash all of them a genuine smile before venturing inside, towards the front door.

I am sure Jayden is back. The car is parked in the driveway and Jude was amongst those who were surprised to see me in the house this evening.

I am wearing a flowery gown which stops below my knee. I packed my hair into a ponytail and I picked up a black bag from amongst the designers I shopped with his mother to match my black dress.

To be honest, I took out time to look good. My dress today is nothing compared to what I have been putting on since I left America and ever since I got back.

I enter the mansion and head straight for the staircase, replying to the maid's greetings. 

Taking the staircase slowly, I get to the top and saunter to the room. When I get to the front of the room, my heart beat increases and I find myself inhaling and exhaling deeply.

I thought I had it all in control. I thought I was no longer scared. I thought I was no longer skeptical.