Chapter Fifty-One : I Hate Him So Much

Later that night, Isabella had a dream. Isabella found herself entangled in a haunting scenario. The familiar figure of Alexander stood before her, an embodiment of the love she once knew. In the dream, a longing to embrace him surged within her. As Isabella reached out for an affectionate hug, an abrupt jolt of agony pierced through her abdomen. Startled, she gazed down to discover a knife maliciously penetrating her. Shock and disbelief etched across her face as she met the eyes of the one she loved. .”Why?” Isabella questioned, her voice laced with sorrow and confusion. Yet, Alexander, in this surreal dream, met her gaze with a disgusted look. The man she once trusted left her writhing in pain, abandoning her to the torment of the inflicted wounds. Isabella found herself entangled in a complex tapestry of emotions. As one memory dissolved into the ether, another emerged, unveiling a confrontation with her older self—her mother. .In this ethereal encounter, a sense of foreboding