Chapter 6: The Confrontation

Liz was taken aback by the news Liz was speechless but finally managed to say something. "Wow, when... when did it happen?" "Last night. Michael and I were just talking and then one thing led to another and then next thing you know..." Liz stopped Isabel before she got any further. "Okay save me the graphic details. You do know Maria and Jesse are going to be hurt don't you?" "I know but Liz, haven't you ever had one of those moments where something felt right and you just had to follow your heart despite the consequences, you just had to do it anyway?" "Yea of course." "Well that's what it was like for me and Michael. Either one of us could've stopped what happened but we didn't because it felt right. Michael even asked me if I wanted to but I didn't back down. We both knew it was something we had to do and not because of our destiny but because we truly love each other." "Okay but I'm not the one you have to convince. You have to tell Michael about the baby and you need to be honest with Jesse." "Yes Isabel, be honest with me for a change." Isabel and Liz turned around and saw Jesse standing at the doorway. "How long have you been standing there?" Isabel asked. "Long enough to hear the words, 'Michael' and 'truly love each other' in one nice long paragraph." Liz got off the chair and Isabel stood up as well. "I'm going to go, give you both some time to talk things out. Isabel call me if you need anything." "I will, thanks Liz." Liz and Isabel hugged. "Hey Liz..." "Don't worry, I won't tell Max anything." "Thanks." Liz left. "Something's never change, do they?" Jesse said sarcastically. "What's that supposed to mean?" Isabel asked wanting to know where Jesse was going with this. "What do you think it means? Isabel I have been hearing stories about the person that you used to be, how you were engaged to Michael but then left him for someone else." "But that isn't me anymore." "You're right I don't know who you are anymore. I mean look at you, you married me and then you go and sleep with Michael. If that isn't a reflection of your old self then what is?" "Jesse, it's not that simple." "Then make it simple Isabel." "That's just it, I can't. My life has never been simple Jesse. I have had to hide the truth about myself ever since I was a little girl and I have never been able to let anyone in to see my vulnerable side." "But let me guess, the only people who have seen your vulnerable side have been Max and Michael, right?" "Yes but more so Michael." "Great just mention his name again why don't you." Jesse went over to the couch and sat down. "You're the one who brought it up Jesse. You want me to make things simple but I can't." "Just answer me this Isabel, why did you sleep with him?" "It felt right." "The whole truth Isabel." Isabel took a deep breath and then said, "Okay it's because I love him." "So what was I a human play toy?" "No. Jesse I do love you," Isabel took a seat on the opposite end of the couch. "But at the same time I have always loved Michael. I was just too afraid to admit it to myself." "And you've barely come to realize this now?" "Jesse I know this might be hard for you to understand right now but I have to be with Michael because I know if I don't then I will regret it for the rest of my life and I want my son to get to know his father since I never got to know mine. Jesse, what Michael and I have is something that can't be put into words." "Well there's the door," Jesse said not wanting to look at Isabel. Isabel stood up. "I'll get my things later today. Goodbye Jesse."
So that was the end of Isabel and Jesse's marriage as she walked out the door. The strange thing was that Isabel was glad for having left Jesse. She knew Michael was truly meant for her even though she had spent all of this time trying to deny it but now she didn't want to anymore. He had been her prince charming once upon a time and despite her betrayal from what she remembered of her past, she and Michael shared the same kind of passion like they had that night in the cave not to mention he was the father of her child. Now if only Maria were out of the picture.