A YEAR WITH THE BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 96

Jayden's POV

Finally, the car halts in front of Isabella's place after three stops away from here before I could summon up the courage to ask Jude to drive me here.

Those stops were for two reasons; to get some gift for her and to muster up the courage to come here to see her after several months of being apart.

I still don't know what I am here to say but I feel it's high time we talked. It's time I stopped being a coward and talk to her about it, about everything.

Writing all my thoughts and mistakes down for her to read won't solve anything. I need to be man enough to face her, accept my mistake, and apologize for all I have done.

Staring down at the box, the flower, and the package beside me, I come down from the car with them to go in with it as a present for Isabella.

On second thought, I feel it is wrong for me to do this when I haven't apologized to her properly. I turn back to Jude and stretch the things towards him.

"You will take it inside when I am back, ok?" I say to him and he nods.

I twirl round, tuck in my tie, and adjust my well-tailored Italian suit which I specifically pick out to wear today for no reason before taking slow strides towards the front door, my heart hammering wildly in my ribcage.

I should put an end to all of this tonight. The heartache. The misunderstanding and the hatred she feels for me.

I might hate children but I would never hate my own child. Besides, that was just a philosophy I created on my own.

Apparently, I didn't hate on children. I just find the thought of them troubling as well as the thought of losing them disheartening.

Helena and I had a lot of plans for our baby boy. A crib was already built for him and Helena did a lot of shopping for his arrival.

I saw the shopaholic side of Helena when she got pregnant. She didn't shop for herself but mostly for the baby.

When they died, I got rid of everything in anger and frustration. I hated the idea of a crib. I hated the sight of any embroidered pajamas she got for him or any other thing that has that small feature of a little boy who should have been my first fruit and heir.

It didn't happen and it left me broken.

I don't realize I am already at the doorstep with my head bowed and tears rolling down my eyes unconsciously until the door is flung upon me.

"Jayden?" Her voice makes me look up instantly and I feel the wetness on my face.

She doesn't comment about my tears but her face is expressionless.

Quickly, I look down and wipe my face, feeling embarrassed for being caught doing this.