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Chapter 29

As he drove back home, Max's mind was reeling. 'She thought she was pregnant. She went through all that and I wasn't there. Oh God, please help me win her back. Give me the chance to prove to her how much I love her. Please, let her forgive me for everything and take me back,' he silently prayed.

Tears were spilling out of his eyes and he was having trouble driving his black Porsche. He headed straight for Isabel and Alex's house since it was the nearest. He was trying his hardest to control his sobs, his body trembling with emotions.

As he approached their driveway, he parked his car recklessly and ran for the door. He pounded hard on it until Rosa, their maid, opened it.

"Isabel! Isabel!" Max yelled as he pushed past the maid and went straight in.

Isabel hurried down the stairs as fast as she could, struggling with her pregnant belly. "Max, what was it?" she asked concerned at the look of anguish on his face.

Max slumped on the floor, hugging his body and rocking on his heels. Isabel was immediately worried. When she reached her brother, she wrapped her arms around him.

She held his face in his hands. "Tell me what happened. Max! Look at me!"

"She…she had a scare." Max sobbed.

"A what? Who? Liz?" Isabel questioned knowing that only Liz could make her brother break down like this.

"She…she thought…she was pregnant. And I…I wasn't there to help her through it," Max said softly.

"Oh Max." Isabel hugged her brother.

When Alex got home, he saw Isabel and Max in the living room talking quietly.

"Hello, wife," Alex greeted with a huge smile.

"Hello, my husband," Isabel said somberly.

"What's wrong?" Alex asked then he turned to Max. "Max, what's going on?"

Max looked at Isabel, then faced Alex. "When we were in high school, Liz thought she was pregnant."

Alex eyes widened. "H-How? I mean, who told you that?"

"Nancy."

"Oh….Why didn't we know about it? She was hanging out with us during that time."

"She was pulling away remember?" Isabel whispered.

Everyone fell silent.

"What am I going to do?" Max buried his face in his hands.

"Let me ask you this, Max, where do you see this heading? I mean if she forgives you and you're friends again, what then? What do you want to happen between the two of you?" Alex asked.

"Seriously?" Max asked back.

Alex nodded.

"I've never loved anyone like I love her. If she'll have me, I want us to get married and have a family of our own," Max said with total honesty.

"Really?" Isabel gasped.

"Really."

"Oh my goodness! Max I'm so happy. Liz is such a wonderful person. You two will make a great couple," Isabel exclaimed.

"Yeah, that is, if she'll ever forgive me," Max said solemnly.

For the next few days, Max did everything he knew with regards to wooing women. He sent flowers by the hundreds to Liz. Nancy was astounded to see so many surrounding their house.

"Where did all this come from?" Liz asked sleepily. She woke up to find her mother standing in the front yard which looked like a field of flowers. There were different colored roses, daisies, tulips, irises, orchids, and so many more. She looked for a card, wondering where it all came from.

Just a step away from the door, she saw it. She opened to read it and when she caught a glimpse of the name Max, she instantly tore it up without even reading what was written.

"Who's it from, Liz?" Nancy inquired.

"No one. I want everyone of those thrown out." Liz turned and walked back into her room.

"But Liz…" Nancy looked all around her, thinking of how she could throw all those beautiful flowers away. So instead, she gave them out to their neighbors and there were enough for their entire neighborhood.

Next he bought sweet treats, chocolates and candies of every kind with the chance that Liz might like at least one of them. Again, after seeing Max's name on one of the cards, she had everything thrown out. Once more, Nancy gave them to the neighborhood kids.

After that there were several CDs of love songs compiled to tell Liz what Max wants for the both of them. There were songs of asking for forgiveness, of getting to know each other, and of living happily ever after. And Liz did the same thing she did the days before. This time, Nancy kept them without Liz knowing.

And then came the emails and the phone calls. Max never relented and Liz was so angry that she pulled the phone line out of the wall and turned off her mobile and her laptop for the entire week.

Max was feeling defeated. He never thought that the Liz he knew back in high school, his sweet little Liz, could turn out like this. He wondered if he'd ever see her again, the Liz he fell in love with.

'I guess the only way to find that out is to see it for myself. If I'd be able to see a small ounce of that Liz inside her, I'll stop at nothing to bring her back, even if it makes her hate me more in the process.' He smirked, 'It's not like she doesn't hate me now anyway.'

He took a deep breath, holding a bottle of beer in one hand and a photo frame in another as he walked barefoot in his own house. In it was the very picture he stole from Isabel that day over a decade ago. He traced Liz's smiling face as he walked into his room. He placed the picture back on his night table and went into his walk-in closet. He reached up for a medium sized filing box and brought it to his bed.

If he wanted Liz to open up to him, maybe he should do it first. And there's no better way to do that than to finally give her all the letters he wrote to her all those years ago.