A Whisper of Love's End

Being held by Samuel used to feel like happiness. But now, Isabella only felt discomfort.

She broke free from his embrace and stepped away from him, putting a few paces between them.

Samuel seemed even more panicked and rushed after her. "Bella, do you want to go on a trip? Next week, I promise I'll clear my schedule and spend all my time with you. Don't be mad. Don't leave me, okay?"

Isabella only felt a cold emptiness inside.

The man who was begging her not to leave, pleading like this—was he the real Samuel? Or was it the man she had seen on the video, tangled up with Jennifer?

Isabella couldn't tell anymore.

But it didn't matter. Soon, she would leave him forever. Whether she knew which version of him was real, it wouldn't make any difference.

She spoke flatly, "You're overthinking. Didn't you say we're having a ceremony for our anniversary?"

Samuel still didn't believe it and continued to pester her. "But what about the new documents you mentioned? What documents did you get? You even asked about flight tickets."

"It's for a classmate of mine. She lost her documents and couldn't buy a ticket. She needs to get new ones."

"Which classmate?"

"…You don't know her."

"I know all your classmates."

Isabella changed the subject. "Enough about me. What about you? Did you finish everything at work last night?"

"Almost."

Before he could finish, his phone rang again.

Isabella was already used to Jennifer calling him and dragging him away.

No matter what, Samuel was going to leave.

So, she walked away and sat on the couch to wait.

She heard Samuel's quiet reprimand. "I've told you already, don't call me when I'm at home!"

On the other end of the phone, she could hear a woman crying softly.

Then, Samuel sneaked a peak at Isabella guiltily.

"…Fine. I'll come over now."

After hanging up, Samuel hesitated before speaking again. "Bella, there's a small issue at the company that is leftover from last night... I have to take care of it."

Isabella nodded immediately. "Go ahead. Work's been busy lately. I understand."

Samuel hurriedly left once again.

Isabella held her phone. She was waiting to see what shocking video Jennifer would send her next.

As expected, Jennifer's message came quickly.

This time, it was a photo—a hospital checkup form.

[Jennifer Lewis, four weeks pregnant, threatened miscarriage]

Jennifer: Last night at the theater was too much fun, and the baby's showing signs of miscarriage. The hospital says the baby's father needs to be there to sign the forms. Sorry, Mrs. Grant, but your husband belongs to me again today!

Jennifer was pregnant?!

Isabella held the phone tightly, staring at the pregnancy test results. She couldn't snap out of it.

Jennifer: I forgot to tell you, for the next week, he'll still be mine. He promised to go to Hawaii with me to celebrate our little baby.

Jennifer: He's leaving the room to give you a call. Be prepared, Mrs. Grant.

The way she said "Mrs. Grant" was filled with a hint of provocation.

Almost immediately, Isabella's phone rang.

The screen displayed the word [Honey].

She took a deep breath and answered.

"Bella, I'm sorry. Something came up at work, and I need to go on a business trip-"

Before he could finish, Isabella interrupted him directly. "Go ahead."

Samuel continued apologizing, "Bella, don't worry. I'll be back for our anniversary. And the wedding ring—the symbol of our love—I'll put it back on you during the ceremony."

"Samuel, do you love me?"

"Of course! You're the only woman I've ever loved in this life."

Isabella replied, "If one day, you betray our love, I will leave you. Forever."

Samuel laughed like he had just heard a joke. He chuckled and said, "I won't ever give you that chance."

"I'm serious. I'm not joking. If I ever find out, you'll never find me again."

"As long as you're Isabella Jones, it doesn't matter where you go. Even if you run to the end of the world, I'll always find you."

"Really? What if I'm not Isabella Jones anymore?"

Samuel's smile widened, and his voice was lazy and indulgent. "How could you not be Isabella? Alright, Bella, don't overthink things. I'll only ever love you. One week from now, I'll be back to spend time with you."

Ten minutes later, the staff from Fauxlife Solutions sent her an address.

When Isabella arrived, the staff handed her a stack of documents. "Ms. Jones, from today on, this is your new identity."

She flipped through the papers.

Her new name was Elysia Farrow.

Elysia was a beautiful name associated with "parting"—she was about to leave Samuel forever.

She had chosen this name for herself.

From now on, there would be no more Isabella Jones. There would only be Elysia Farrow.

"Ms. Jones… I mean, Ms. Farrow, we've also booked your ticket. It's for next Saturday at 10 a.m. to Frosthaven."

Isabella gathered the documents and nodded, thanking the staff. "Thank you. I'll transfer the full commission to your company's account later."

"Ms. Farrow, you still have a week to reconsider. If you change your mind, we won't charge you any fees."

"No," Isabella stood up, her tone firm. "I won't change my mind."