Today was finally the day that was scheduled for me to see him. I checked myself out in the mirror, beamingrgely at my reflection as I made sure my outfit and everything else was not viting any of their policies.


    I halled down a taxi and told the cab man my destination. The man sized me up but said nothing.


    When I got there, I was directed to the waiting room and asked to wait there; there were other people there who had alsoe to see one of the inmates.. For about twenty minutes, I watched, slowly growing tired as a cop arrived and called thest name of whoever was next to be seen.


    I sprang up when I heard the same cop yell Isaac''s surname.


    I forced a smile on my face as I approached the visiting room. There was a small table in the middle of the room and two chairs propped on each side.


    "Twenty minutes," the cop murmured and walked a few feet away.


    For the first minutes, Isaac and I just stared at each other. I wondered what was going through his head and then I wondered for the umpteenth time, why?


    Why did he have to bring misfortunes to my life after all I''ve done for him? He was the cause of why I was this miserable and all I did was love him wholeheartedly yet all he could repay me with was unfaithfulness...the rewards he saw fit for all my submissiveness to him were several miscarriages, beatings, among many others.


    I med myself and epted my faith and left him alone. My life was going well, yet he came back to ruin my life all over again! He made me lose another child and a good man. Anger surged in me as i looked at him, I felt like bashing his head on the rickety table between us until all the worn out nks were stuck in his ugly face but instead my lips curved into a smile.


    I wouldn''t do that. That would only make us even and hotheaded.


    "Isaac..."


    "Be, his lips trembled as he called my name. "Be, swear, I''m sorry."


    Yeah, he was. I could see it. Isaac had never apologized to me since he showed me who he really was. So this could only mean he was really sorry. After ourst fight and argument, Mark had made sure that he was found and put behind bars. And I just think that....it''s unfair that he was in here.


    "I know," my voice choked and I swallowed. I shifted my hands and clutched his that was already on the table. "I know you didn''t mean to, Isaac. I know. I''m sorry you''re in here.


    He shook his head vigorously and his strong hands gripped mine. "No. I deserve this. I deserve to be here. You were a good woman and I should have always treated you right." My eyes watered, "Isaac... I cried.


    "Please don''t cry, babe. I loved you and I still do. I don''t know what alwayses over me. But my time here has taught me a lesson. I''ve been able to reflect on my behaviors and I intend to change if I ever get the chance to be out of here."


    Oh my! He is really willing to change.


    His gaze swept down and his hold on my hands softened, I gripped it harder. "This past weeks has been hell without..." he nced at the cop who had an intent gaze on the both of us then slid back to me, he shook his head, "you know what," he raised a brow and I nodded. He was talking about his addiction.N?velDrama.Org (C) content.


    "But it has made me realize that I could do without it and I intend to keep it that way. I am ready to change," he said earnestly.


    I nodded and my eyes took in his sad eyes and turned down lips, even though he was smiling, the imprint was there. Around his mouth, there was a stubble that would soon grow into a beard, even his cute short hair that I used to love had grown longer and rough. He didn''t look like him, he looked like a different person; like a truly changed man.


    This will be a new beginning. The corner of my lips tilted in a small smile, "Why don''t you shave? I want to see you." I gestured to his face in a sweeping manner, "Not this unrecognizable man before me."