Working With Temptation

Chapter 25

Rose’s POV

I watch as Isabelle takes a seat opposite me. She’s even more beautiful then I remember. I don’t know why I ever believed he loved me when he had someone as beautiful as her. I’ve been so blind to reality that it’s no surprise that I fell like I’ve been slapped in the face. Silence coats the room.

“Um would you like something to drink?” I ask nervously. This was really awkward.

“When did it start?” she asks ignoring my offer. I guess there was no point beating around the bush.

“About 3 months ago,” I say looking down at my hands, avoiding her gaze.

“So how did it start?” she says. I shake my head not knowing how to respond. I never thought I’d find myself in this situation and really wish I wasn’t.

“What does shaking your head mean?” she says raising her voice a little.  

“It means I don’t know. I don’t how it started it just happened,” I reply in a small voice.

“It just happened,” she mimics. “You’ve been fucking my fiancé for 3 damn months and you think that’s a good enough answer.” I could tell she was angry but she still managed to keep her cool on the surface. This is defiantly going to end badly.

“Who is this going to help?” I say - wrong question.

“Who is this going to help? Do I need to remind you that you’re the one who has slept with my fiancé? And you’ve not only ruined any future for me and James together but you’ve helped break my heart. So don’t ask who this will help because you have no fucking right. Don’t pretend to give a fuck about me because you sure as hell didn’t when you in bed with James fucking your brains out you filthy whore,” she shouts, her voice hitting the ceiling. She takes a deep breath and leans into the sofa.

“I deserved that,” I began.

“No you deserve a whole lost worst. Has anyone ever cheated on you?” she asks. I nod

“What? You’ve been cheated on and yet you still so the same to some else. God, you’re the worst kind of person. How could you do that when you know how it feels?”

“I’m sorry.” I look at the floor letting the feeling of disgust run through me. I’m such a hypocrite.

“Sorry. Funny word isn’t it, “Sorry.” Always seems to make everything better. Well not this time. Saying sorry to me doesn’t mean shit.” Tears come to my eyes and the guilt really hits me. I thought the press knowing was the worst possible thing but I was very wrong. Seeing the damage that I helped cause was even worse. She stands up and picks up her bag. I can’t let her leave not like this.

“Isabelle, I really am sorry for what I’ve done but please give your baby a chance to have a father. I don’t want to be the reason that it doesn’t.” Living without a parent was hard and I know first-hand home much it can hurt. I can’t have that on my hands.

“There is no baby.”  I look at her confused.

“Wha-”

“It’s none of your business. All you need to know is that James is going to get what’s coming to him.” She slams the door and I fall to my knee. Lord God. What have I done?