After their kiss Isabella was hoping Alex had changed but instead she was wrong
Isabella's eyes widened in shock as Alex's words cut deep. "A stupid woman like me?" she repeated, her voice trembling with anger and hurt.
Alex turned back to her, his expression unyielding. "Yes, Isabella. I mean it. I need someone who can keep up with me, intellectually and otherwise. And let's face it, you're just not that person."
Isabella felt a wave of humiliation wash over her, but she refused to let him see her cry. "Well, excuse me for not being perfect like you," she spat, her voice venomous.
Alex shrugged. "I'm not perfect, but at least I know what I want. And what I want is not someone like you."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Isabella feeling devastated and alone.
As she watched him go, Isabella realized that she had been blind to Alex's true nature. He was arrogant, condescending, and cruel. And she was better off without him.
But as she turned to walk away, she felt a sense of determination rising within her. She would show Alex that she was more than just a "stupid woman". She would survive this island, and she would thrive.
Isabella spent the next few days in a daze, trying to process the hurt and anger she felt towards Alex. But as the days passed, her determination grew. She started to focus on survival, using her skills to build a shelter, find food, and start a fire.
Meanwhile, Alex seemed to be struggling. He was used to relying on others, and his own incompetence was starting to show. He would often appear at Isabella's shelter, asking for help or trying to steal her food.
But Isabella was not having it. She stood her ground, refusing to let him bully her or take advantage of her. And as the days turned into weeks, she started to notice something - Alex was starting to weaken. He was struggling to keep up, and his arrogance was starting to fade.
One day, as they were out searching for food, Alex slipped and fell, injuring his ankle. Isabella could have left him there, but something inside of her clicked. She helped him up, and supported him back to the shelter.
As they sat by the fire, Alex looked up at her with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "Thanks, Isabella," he said, his voice soft. "I didn't think you'd help me after what I said."
Isabella met his gaze, her expression neutral. "I'm not doing it for you, Alex. I'm doing it because I'm a better person than you are."
Alex nodded, looking away. And for the first time, Isabella saw a glimmer of humility in his eyes.
As the days passed, Alex's injury became infected, and he fell gravely ill. Isabella did her best to care for him, using her knowledge of basic first aid and medicinal plants to try and nurse him back to health.
But despite her efforts, Alex's condition only worsened. He became feverish and delirious, his body wracked with pain.
Isabella sat by his side, her expression grim. She had never wanted to see Alex suffer, despite his cruel words and actions.
One day, as she was changing his bandages, Alex's eyes flickered open. He looked up at Isabella, his gaze weak but full of regret.
"Isabella," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm sorry. I was wrong about you. You're...you're an amazing person."
Isabella's expression softened, her anger and hurt melting away. "Just rest, Alex," she said, her voice gentle. "We'll get through this."
But as the days turned into weeks, it became clear that Alex's chances of survival were slim. Isabella did everything she could, but she knew that she might soon lose him.
And as she sat by his side, holding his hand and praying for a miracle, she realized that her feelings for Alex had changed. She no longer saw him as the arrogant, condescending man who had hurt her so deeply. She saw him as a flawed, vulnerable human being, who had made mistakes but was trying to make amends.
As they returned home, Alex's behavior towards Isabella became increasingly cold and distant. He would barely speak to her, and when he did, his words were curt and dismissive.
Isabella tried to reach out to him, to talk to him about what had happened on the island, but he shut her down at every turn. It was as if he had erased the entire experience from his memory, and was determined to go back to their old, toxic dynamic.
Isabella felt hurt and confused by Alex's behavior. She had thought that their shared experience on the island would have brought them closer together, but instead it seemed to have driven them further apart.
One day, as they were in the kitchen together, Isabella tried to talk to Alex again. "Alex, can we please talk about what happened on the island?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.
Alex turned away from her, his expression cold. "There's nothing to talk about, Isabella. Let's just forget it ever happened."
Isabella felt a sting of tears in her eyes, but she refused to cry. "Fine," she said, her voice firm. "If that's how you want it, then maybe we shouldn't be working together anymore."
Alex turned back to her, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, so now you're threatening me? That's rich, coming from you."
Isabella stood her ground, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm not threatening you, Alex. I'm just saying that maybe it's time for us to go our separate ways."
Alex sneered at her, his expression contemptuous. "You'll never make it without me, Isabella. You're nothing without me."
And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Isabella feeling hurt, angry, and determined to prove him wrong.
[8/17, 10:25 AM] Meta AI: Let's continue:
Isabella took a deep breath and tried to shake off the hurtful words. She knew that Alex was trying to get under her skin, but she refused to let him win.
She started to focus on her work, pouring all her energy into her projects and slowly building a reputation as a talented and capable professional.
As the owner of the company, Alex's behavior became even more erratic and dictatorial. He would lash out at employees, make impulsive decisions, and seem to take pleasure in causing chaos.
Isabella tried to stay out of his way, focusing on her work and building a reputation as a talented and capable professional. But it was hard to avoid Alex's wrath, especially when he started to target her directly.
One day, Alex called her into his office, his expression twisted in a scowl. "Isabella, I know you think you're so much better than me," he sneered. "But you're not. You're just a foolish little girl who thinks she can play with the big boys."
Isabella stood tall, her eyes locked on his. "I'm not afraid of you, Alex. I know I'm a valuable employee, and I won't let you bully me."
Alex sneered at her. "We'll see about that. I can make your life very difficult, Isabella. And I will, unless you do exactly what I say."
Isabella felt a chill run down her spine, but she refused to back down. "I won't be intimidated, Alex. I'll keep doing my job to the best of my ability, no matter what you do."
Alex's face turned red with rage, and for a moment, Isabella thought he might hit her. But then, he seemed to regain control of himself, and a cold, calculating smile spread across his face.
"Fine," he said. "Play it that way. But you'll regret it, Isabella. Oh, how you'll regret it."