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“I appreciate your honesty today,” she begins, her voice gentle but firm. “It takes a certain courage to admit one’s mistakes and even more to genuinely seek to correct them. But you must understand, as a mother, it’s my duty to protect my child. Isabelle has been through a lot because of this reckless game between you and Martin.”
I swallow, meeting her gaze. “I know. And I deeply regret—”
She raises a hand, cutting me off. “Regret, Mr. Sterling, is a start. But what matters more is the actions that follow. My daughter is strong, yes, but she’s also tender-hearted. You might be given a second chance, something not everyone receives. Ensure you do right by her.”
The conversation winds down, the silences growing longer as each party processes the weight of the evening's revelations. At length, Martin, seeming older and wearier than when he'd arrived, pushes back from the table and stands.
“Xavier,” he says, extending a hand.
I take his hand firmly, the handshake symbolic of our tentative truce. “Thank you for hearing me out,” I offer.
“It's the least I could do,” Martin acknowledges with a slight nod.
Isabelle’s mother, still seated, surveys us both with her astute gaze, searching for the truth in our eyes. Slowly, she stands and offers her hand to me, her touch far gentler than her husband’s. “Xavier, for Isabelle's sake, I hope you're genuine in your intentions.”
“I am, Mrs. Laurent. I truly am.”
She holds my gaze for a long moment as if trying to ascertain the veracity of my claim. Then, leaning in slightly, her voice drops to a near whisper. “Isabelle is at her loft apartment. If you’re truly sincere about this, go to her.”
I nod, and the couple turns and walks away. As the curtain of the alcove falls back into place, the weight of the evening's events crashes over me.
I've been given a lifeline—a chance to right my wrongs and rebuild what's been broken. The road ahead is fraught with challenges, but there's a glimmer of hope for the first time in a long time.
Taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I rise, preparing to face the next hurdle. Isabelle's loft awaits, filled with the promise of reconciliation or the risk of further heartbreak. Either way, I'm committed to seeing this journey through, knowing that the hardest part—winning back her trust—is still to come.
Chapter 10
Isabelle
Thelateafternoonlightspills into my chic loft, casting elongated shadows across the polished wooden floors. Every piece in this room—from the sleek leather sofa to the quirky art scattered about—reflects a piece of me. It’s where elegance meets comfort, a place I've painstakingly curated to be both a sanctuary and a statement.
I cradle a warm mug between my hands, the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the faint scent of my favorite vanilla-scented candle. Lost in thoughts of the party, the stolen moment with Xavier, and the subsequent confrontation that left a rift between us, I've been tiptoeing around my own feelings, trying to keep the turbulence at bay.
But memories of his touch, the fire in his eyes, and then the ice-cold shock of betrayal are still too fresh. I need this solitude to process, to heal.
As I take a sip, trying to lose myself in the coffee's comforting warmth, an unexpected knock interrupts my introspection. The sound isn’t aggressive, but it's confident and deliberate, prompting me to place the mug down and approach the door with a mix of curiosity and caution.
Holding my breath, I unlock the door and pull it open. The last face I expect to see is the very one staring back at me: Xavier. His striking blue eyes fixate on mine, and for a split second, the world goes still. All the emotions and memories come rushing back, filling the space between us.
"How did you find me?" The question spills out unfiltered, a reflection of my surprise.
He runs a hand through his blonde hair, the usual veneer of confidence slightly cracked. "I had a meeting with your parents," he admits, his voice steady. But his eyes—those deep blue pools—betray a hint of uncertainty.
I lean against the door frame, trying to steady myself. The sheer audacity of him showing up here unannounced is classic Xavier. But the faint trace of hesitation, that's new.
Before I can respond or invite him in, Xavier closes the distance between us.
"I may be many things, Isabelle," he begins, his voice taking on that familiar tone of self-assuredness, even in an apology. "But I've never been a fool... at least not until I met you."
His words catch me off guard. Xavier Sterling, the tycoon known for his unyielding nature, is standing in my doorway, trying to apologize, albeit in his own unconventional way. The arrogance lingers, but so does something genuine. It's a side of him I've caught glimpses of but never truly experienced.
“Xavier,” I begin, my voice steadier than I feel. “It’s not just about declarations and grand gestures. We’ve both made mistakes, but you can’t just march in here and expect everything to fall into place.”
He visibly flinches at the raw honesty in my words, but I push on, needing him to understand. "What happened at the party... It wasn't just a fleeting moment. Do you even realize how that made me feel?"
His jaw tightens, and I can see him searching for the right words. "I do, Isabelle. That's why I'm here. Not to make excuses, but to make amends."
Every second that passes feels longer, and the space around us seems to constrict, charged with a magnetism that neither of us can deny. It's like an unseen force pulling us closer, tethering our souls together. His nearness is overwhelming, and conflicting emotions swirl within me—caution fights with curiosity, skepticism wars with desire.