BPOV

"I swear, I thought I'd learn to be a father eventually... But I'm not so sure anymore. Just look at me!" I said incredulously, "Do I look like someone who's ready to be a father?"

"No, definitely not." She said as she shook her head.

It was funny how disappointing it was to hear her agreeing with me!

She agreed that I wasn't going to be a good father, and well, I didn't like that!

"I guess it's a good thing that we're not expecting a baby right now," she said.

"Yeah," I said.

She got lost in thoughts again.

"But I really meant it." I said, "I want to work on our marriage. But are you willing to give me a chance after seeing this meltdown?"

"I don't know..." she said.

Damn!

"I mean, not just because of this meltdown..." she said.

"Then because of what?" I said, "Is it because of the way I had been behaving since the last few days? I'm so, so sorry! I know I've been an asshole," I said.

"It's also not because of that," she said.

"Then what?" I asked.

She went silent again.

"Isabella? Please tell me," I said.

I was really curious now.

"I had stalked Angela's social media profile when we had a fight... I'm sorry for that. It was none of my business, but I was so upset... You weren't giving me the answers and I wanted to find out by myself," she said.

Wait, what?

I was not at all expecting that!

She was still thinking about Angela?

Like, why?

Weren't our misunderstandings clear right on that day?

"I saw your pictures in one of the posts..." she said, "I can't get them out of my head. The way you were looking at her... I don't think we're ever going to have it."

What the hell was she talking about?

I didn't get it!

"How exactly was I looking at her?" I asked.

I honestly wanted to know, because I had no fucking idea how the hell was I looking at her four, five years ago and why it was so important that she was still thinking about it!

"Please, we don't need to have this conversation," she said, "I understand that it's your personal matter, but it's just... I want to have that kind of relationship between us, and I don't think we're ever going to have it."

I stared at her.

I had no fucking what she was talking about!

"Have you lost your fucking my mind?" I asked, "Or actually, do you have any brains? And this is an extremely serious question!"

"There's no point in having this conversation," she said.

"Isabella, I have no idea what's fucking wrong with you," I said, "You're judging me based on some pictures from what, four, five years ago! Are you fucking kidding me? I had told you after we cleared the misunderstandings that I was ready to give you any explanation you needed, but you said you're fine without it! What is the point of stalking her profile when you can just talk to me?"

She was making me really furious now.

"I had made it very clear that I don't give a damn about the past, whether it's yours or mine. I don't get it! What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.

"And I don't even have an idea what pictures you're talking about, and why they're so important, and how they even matter!" I said.

"Let me be extremely clear about something," I said.

"Currently there is only woman in my life who's always on my mind," I said.

"There's only one woman who pisses me off unlike anything!"

"There's only one woman who turns me on."

"There's only one woman who really impresses me with her work ethics, hard work and her talent."

"There's only one woman I've had the thoughts of having a child with."

"And... There's only one woman I'm afraid of losing."

Suddenly I wasn't sure if I was telling these things to her or to myself!