6 months later

"No, Jules. I trust him."

I had built my trust, over the course of six months. I am not going to assume anything, Ella thought to herself.

"Not doubting him.. or anything but.. How pretty was this girl though?" Ella found herself asking, she was chewing her lips and her heart rate had gone up.

"Oh, she could pass as a model. And there's this.. tiny detail, very tiny detail that I should add." Jules, as Ella called her, sounded a bit worried and hesitant.

"Yes?"

"You mentioned something about him going on a.. business trip?" Julie stopped for a while.

"Yeah?"

"He's on a.. a v-vacation."

Ella's heart dropped, a wave of anger fills her body. She rushed out from her office before marching to Paul's office and telling (more like yelling) that she had to leave early.

"With the girl?" Jules was still on the line when Ella asked the question.

"Um.. yes." Ella grit her teeth at Julie's answer. She was so done with men.

. . .

Ella pulled her suitcase along with her. She had used one of her husband's private helicopters without asking him, for obvious reasons. She wanted to catch him red handed.

However, the noisy helicopter had surely caught the attention of her dear husband. Perks of having a billionaire husband.

She could have used the airplane, of course, but this husband of hers had taken his bimbo to one of his private island.

How dare he do that to me!, Ella thought angrily as she wiped her angry tears.

The beach was very beautiful, Ella had to admit. Especially because she had came there during sunset. Her husband never took her anywhere, he was basically a workaholic.

However, he seemed to like this stupid bimbo very much. After all, he hadn't even taken his own wife on a vacation but here he was.

In the middle of the sandy beach stood a beautiful wooden house made with expensive wood and glass. Ella felt her heart cracking when she thought about this stupid bimbo.

How long had this been going on for?

Leaving the suitcase that Julie had packed for her, she ran towards the house. Considering that she was still in her work clothes, her hair tied in a tight bun, she would look comical in any other situation but not now.

The moment she stepped inside, she met the green eyes of her loving husband.

"Where is she," Ella demanded with a face that screamed bloody murder.

"Who?" Her husband had the audacity to smirk.

With gritted teeth, Ella walked towards him and punched him in the jaw. Not expecting this, he lost his balance a bit.

"Ow baby, there's no one here," he said before holding her wrist so that she couldn't do further damage.

"Release me, you twat. Tell. Me. Where. She. Is," Ella growled.

Her husband pulled her into him and smiled down at her.

"There is no one here except you and me, my sweet Ella."

Ella looked deep into his emerald green eyes. He wasn't lying.. he was honest. Ella's eyebrows drew together in confusion.

Ella's phone dinged in her pocket. Her husband cautiously released one of her wrists and waited for her to check the notification.

Realization sunk in. Her husband boomed in laughter and hugged her close before placing a kiss on her cute nose.

He loved this woman more than anything, he couldn't even think about any other woman. Let alone bring one with him to an island he had bought for his sweet wife.

"Zachary," Ella growled before hitting him in his chest with her tiny little fist, Zach couldn't help but chuckle at her attempt. Sweet wife indeed. He let her hit him, her other wrist was still secured in his gentle grip.

Ella calmed down after awhile, she looked at Zach through her eyelashes.

"I was so scared," she whispered.

"I see, you still have trust issues," Zach said in fake seriousness but Ella had taken it seriously. After that accident, she thought that she had lost him. She was depressed to the point where she had wanted to rake her own life, just so she could meet him up there.

But two weeks later, he had come out of coma.

"I-I'm sorry, Zach-" Zach silenced his wife by his lips. With a long, lingering, hard, toe curling kiss on her lips, Zach pulled back and placed his forehead over hers.

The sun had set, the sky was now pink. They stayed like that, breathing hard. Looking at each other in pure adoration, basking themselves in the moment.

"I never got to take you to for our honeymoon..." Zach whispered with a dark look in his eyes, his eyes fixated on hers.

Ella's eyes widened in realization and she squealed before jumping on Zach and wrapping her legs around his waist. She kissed him deeply, he did the same.

But as they were smiling from ear to ear, the kiss was rather weird.

18 years later

Ella was sitting on the island, Zach's hand were in either sides of her thighs. Ella smirked at him as she licked on the chocolate ice cream. Zach looked at her darkly.

The door opened abruptly.

"Mom, dad, I'm home!"

Zach and Ella jumped apart and waited for their daughter. Isabella looked between her father and mother suspiciously before jumping on Ella and hugging her. Something was definitely wrong, Ella thought.

Ella hugged her daughter back.

"How was school?"

"Good," Isabella muttered. Ella now surely knew something was wrong.

"Don't I get a hug too," Zach pouted. Giggling, Isabella pulled back and hugged her father.

"Sweetie, why don't you freshen up? Your dad and I will prepare something for you to eat," Ella smiled warmly before kissed her forehead in concern.

Isabella nodded her head and walked upstairs.

An hour later, Isabella was sitting next to Ella.

"What's wrong, honey? You know you can tell me anything?"

"Why would something be wrong? Ha ha," Isabella chirped before standing up. She was pulled down to the couch by Ella. Ella gave a hard look.

"Fine. There's this guy...," Isabella started. Her cheeks turned red. Ella fought the urge to squeal, her daughter had grown up.

"And?"

"He.. he asked me out. But he is kind of.. reserved, you know mom? Like, he doesn't have friends, he stays alone all the time. Rumors say he had been abused by his own parents when he was a child."

Ella sucked in breath.

"And, how is he to you?"

Isabella blushed beet red, her mother knew the answer to the question. She felt her heart swell.

"I'll cut his balls if he hurts you," Ella said to Isabella warningly. Isabella's eyes widened and she nodded her hed before flying upstairs.

Looks like history was about to repeat itself, Ella thought with a smile. She just wished life would go easier on their daughter.

Ella had been right.

History did repeat itself,

minus the car accident and heartbreaks.

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