Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 20

Can’t Win Me Back Chapter 20
Nathan suddenly lost control and reached out to grab Isabella, but he didn’t expect her to slap him in return. She screamed in shock, “Ah! Pervert! How dare you harass me…‘

Before the words fully left her mouth, several men in the shop had already stepped in to block Nathan.

Taking advantage of the commotion, Isabella quickly dashed out of the store.

Nathan’s face turned ashen. Though he hadn’t seen‘ her face clearly, the voice confirmed his suspicion–it was his wife, Isabella.

He desperately tried explaining to the foreigners holding him back, “I’m not a pervert! That girl just now, she’s my wife. Let me go! I need to bring her home!”

The men who intervened looked at Victoria skeptically. “She’s your wife? Then who is this beside you?”

Nathan was momentarily speechless. The disdain in the men’s eyes was obvious.

Victoria, always eager to cling to Nathan, quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. “You misunderstand. I’m his wife’s Sis, and we’re just here looking for my Sis.”

The men, half–convinced, finally let him go.

Nathan staggered outside, shouting, “Isabella!” His voice echoed as he called out desperately.

Isabella, familiar with this street, hid in the shadows, coldly watching Nathan frantically searching for her. Her gaze grew icier by the moment.

A man who chased after his wife while keeping an ambiguous relationship with his first love–how had she not dumped such a scumbag sooner? She even wasted a kidney on him!

Nathan called out until his throat went hoarse, but Isabella didn‘ t respond. His expression turned increasingly puzzled. He didn’t understand why Isabella was avoiding him.

Hadn’t she always adored and relied on him? Shouldn’t she have run to him upon seeing him?

Victoria emerged, stopping him from spiraling further. “Nathan, stop looking. We’ve made a mistake. I asked the shop owner, and he said the girl earlier wasn’t named Isabella.”

Nathan hesitated, doubt clouding his sharp eyes.

“If it wasn’t her, then why did she run as soon as she saw me?”

Victoria’s voice was soft and comforting, “Nathan, if it were Isabella, she would have rushed to reunite with you.”

Nathan’s resolve began to waver Had he truly been mistaken?

“Nathan, the girl we saw is probably here to participate in the fashion newcomer competition. You’ll definitely see her on the competition day. Let’s go.”

Victoria tugged at Nathan, leading him away, but he kept looking back with every step.

Once they Isabella stepped out from her hiding spot and ran swiftly in the opposite direction.

Back in her rented apartment, Isabella collapsed onto the sofa, her mind in chaos.

She had anticipated running into familiar faces at the competition, but she clung to the faint hope that Nathan, busy with work, wouldn’t accompany Victoria personally.

But it turned out that his cherished “white moonlight” meant too much to him. His attentiveness to Victoria only highlighted his neglect and coldness toward her, his wife.

Isabella suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to divorce him.

Why not just end it tomorrow when she saw him again?

If he refused, she’d file for divorce.

She no longer wanted any ties to Nathan.

The day of the competition arrived as scheduled.

Contestants gathered early to draw lots and determine the order of presentation.

Isabella drew the last number, while Victoria was first.

Thirty contestants participated, each presenting their work through models walking the runway. The judges scored the designs, with the highest total score deciding the winner.

Victoria’s entry utilized luxurious fabrics and expensive jewels, fully embodying a European queen’s elegance. Her work was met with thunderous applause.

But contestant after contestant disappointed him–they were clearly not the Eastern face he was looking for.

But then came the 30th contestant.

“Wow! These outfits are so creative. Each one is unique!”

“Thea?” Victoria murmured, puzzled.