The secret system of neglected son-in-law

10. A date at old house

AT MARCH 10TH

 

AT THIRD PERSON POV:

 

It seems that Isabella instantly is trying to get him back. He seemed to be surprised that she was trying to get him back even tho it was impossible.

"A little date tomorrow huh?"Michael thought and sent her a message.

 

"I am surprised about it. What do you want to talk about so much?"Michael asked and sent the message.

 

"I want to apologize and make sure that we can be on good terms. I only asking for one dinner, Michael."Isabella wrote back.

 

Michael sighed and decided to call her in the end. He did not understand why she wanted to have dinner with him. ''I don't want to have this dinner with you,'' Michael said as soon as Isabella answered her phone.

 

''I am not asking much. '' Isabella said.

 

''Why do you even want it? I am not planning to stay with a person who has treated me so badly before.''Michael said.

 

''I understand that. Michael, please let's just have a single dinner together.''Isabella asked. ''One dinner?''Michael asked.

 

''Just one.''Isabella said.

 

Michael sighed, he did not want to deal with her anymore.

 

''A single dinner and then you are going to leave me alone," Michael said.

 

"Thank you."Isabella said."Meet me in a few hours."

Michael nodded and hung up the phone.

 

On the same evening, Michael walked to his and Isabella's house. It seems that everything going on like he knew that was going to happen in the first place.

"Are you ready for it?"Wanessa asked.

 

"I do not think so."Michael said.

 

While taking a deep breath, Michael opened the door, he pushed open the creaking door, its hinges protesting loudly against the intrusion. Michael's footsteps echoed softly on the worn floorboards as he made his way through the dimly lit hallway, the only illumination provided by the flickering glow of candlelight. And there, at the end of the corridor, sat his ex, bathed in the warm golden light of the candles.

"You came," Both of them said softly, a hint of disbelief in their voice.

Michael nodded, unable to find the words to explain the pull that had drawn me back to this place. He watched how she gestured for me to take a seat across from her at the table, set with simple yet elegant dishes that seemed out of place in this forgotten corner of the world. As Michael and Isabella began to eat, the silence between us hung heavy, filled with the weight of unspoken words and unfinished conversations.

"It seems that you agreed to come back here," Isabella said.

"You asked for one of the dinners with me. I needed closure. To make peace with the past before I could truly move forward."Michael said.

Isabella's eyes softened, understanding dawning in his gaze. "I'm glad you came," she said quietly, reaching across the table to gently grasp my hand in hers. And in that moment, surrounded by the echoes of our shared history, Michael realized that perhaps closure wasn't about saying goodbye, but rather finding a way to going foward.

Michael looked at Isabella and sighed. Michael still couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement as she caught his eye across the table, the memories of their past encounters stirring within her.

"I hope you like the food I made. I may have gone a bit overboard with the cooking."Isabella said.

She grinned, her gaze lingering on him as she took in his relaxed manners towards him.

 

"Well, lucky for you, I have quite the appetite," Michael said.

 

In a bit, Michael noticed a bottle of red wine. It was the brand of the vine he liked a lot.

As he reached for her glass of wine, her fingertips brushed against his, sending a shiver of electricity through Michael's. She looked up, meeting his gaze with a playful glint in her eye.

"Oops, looks like I'm a bit clumsy tonight," Isabella joked, her voice low and suggestive as she held his gaze.

Michael raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He understood what was she trying to do, but he still decided to play the same game.

"Or maybe it's just your way of getting my attention," Michael said.

She laughed a melodious sound that filled the room with warmth.

"Who, me? I wouldn't dream of it," she replied, her tone dripping with innocence as she leaned in closer.

"For some reason I can tell that you could."Michael said.

At the same moment, Isabella took his hand and smiled softly.

"I do not want to let you go so fast. I want you to return to me and stay with me."Isabella said.

"Listen, there's something I need to talk to you about," Michael said and looked at Isabella.

She looked up from her plate, her expression curious yet guarded. "What is it?" she asked.

"I think... I think we need to talk about us," Michael said finally, his gaze never leaving hers.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of fear.

"I think it's time for us to consider... going our separate ways," Michael said, the words weighing heavily on his heart.

He knew that she was not going to make him happy anymore and he already had enough to deal with her family.

"You mean... you want a divorce?" she whispered.

"I think it's for the best. For both of us."Michael said.

He saw how Isabella suddenly got more mad. It was clear that this

"I... I understand," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "I just... I never thought it would come to this."Isabella said.

Their conversation fell into a heavy silence, the weight of their decision hanging between them like a blanket.

"I thought you could rethink it and not going to leave me so soon. My family likes you."Isabella said.

"I liked dinner, but I said that I was done with everything."Michael said and put the ring down on the table. "I am sending you the divorce papers soon."He said and left the house.

At the same time, Isabella started at the door with an angry expression on her face.

"I am not going to let you to leave me."Isabella said."Not so soon my dear Michael."