Chapter 8
On my way to the airport, I switched on my phone to check my flight details.
Instantly, a barrage of unread messages and missed calls from Isaac flooded in.
“Maya, please answer my calls. I’m begging you.”
“Mava. I’m scared. Don’t leave me.”
“I admit… initially, I was drawn to you because you reminded me a bit of Mary. But I swear I did nothing wrong at that restaurant today.”
“Maya, I’ve seen all the messages from my mom. Mary wanted to reconcile with me, but I turned her down. I told her I’m committed to you. That’s why she cried and clung to me, but I pushed her away!”
“Maya, please don’t do this. Just give me another chance to love you.”
“You’re the only one that’s always in my heart.”
“Wherever you go, I’ll follow. I’m coming to find you.”
Every word felt etched with pain. By the time I finished reading, tears had already blurred my screen.
I frantically tried to wipe the screen, but it only smudged further. The last line, “I’m coming to find you,” stood out clearly.
Eventually, I returned Isaac’s call, confessing that I had fallen in love with
him.
Chapter B
I wanted to believe everything he told me.
However, besides Isaac’s strained voice, I could hear the loud whooshing of wind, as familiar as the sound of a car speeding.
“Isaac? What are you doing? You’re driving too fast!” I exclaimed.
“Maya, wait for me. I’m on my way. I’ll explain everything soon–please don’t leave me, okay?”
For the first time, Isaac’s voice cracked, filled with desperation, cutting through the noise of the speeding vehicle. I felt a surge of fear.
“Slow down right now! I promise I won’t leave. I’ll wait for you right here!” I shouted, my heart clenching with worry that something might happen to him.
Out of nowhere, a deafening crash echoed, followed by an eerie silence.
“Isaac!”
I cried out, my voice filled with panic, as I quickly turned my car around, tears streaming down my face.
If anything happened to him because of me, I’d never know joy again.
I sped down the road, likely matching Isaac’s speed, yet the crash site was devastating…
A Bentley had collided head–on with a roadside boulder, erupting into flames.
Desperately, I clutched at anyone nearby, pleading for information about Isaac, praying he was still alive. At that moment, I felt like I could die from despair.
“Maya, you’re here,” a voice said.
My body went weak, collapsing into a familiar embrace. That scent… it was unmistakable.
Was it Isaac? Thank heavens, he was alive.
But then, everything faded to black.
When I woke up. Isaac was sitting by my bedside.
My first reaction was to ask, “You’re alive?”
Then, without speaking, I embraced him tightly, pouring all my strength into feeling his presence.
It was during the car accident that I truly realized how terrified I was of losing Isaac–I was so scared that I would have given my life for him.
“Yeah, I’m lucky. Just a few scrapes. I got out before the car caught fire,” Isaac said, his voice shaking as he hugged me back, gently kissing away the tears from the corners of my eyes.
“I’m sorry, Maya. I made you worry. I’ll never let that happen again.”
“Isaac, the baby… our baby is gone. I was never actually pregnant.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. Tears flowed freely as I buried myself in Isaac’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. The emotions I had suppressed for so long finally found their release.
“Maya, my love for you isn’t tied to having a child. I love you for who you are,” Isaac said, gently rubbing my back to comfort me.
“It’s better without a child–I don’t have to worry about you going through the pain of childbirth.”
We eventually got married.
After Isaac’s persistent efforts, no one dared to oppose us anymore.
Although I still didn’t fully understand why Isaac loved me so deeply, did it really matter?
He loved me, and I loved him.
I no longer feared losing what I had. My spirit felt liberated and fulfilled.
What was meant for me would always be mine, and what wasn’t couldn’t be forced to remain.
A year has passed, and we have a beautiful little daughter.
Isaac doted on her, yet he never showed the same affection toward me.
I often joked, “If you don’t treat me right, I’ll take the baby and leave.”
But secretly, I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
As he once told me, “Wherever you go, I go.”
I felt incredibly fortunate to have met Isaac.
Having him in my life was all I needed.
