After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 105

Ethan stared at the photo Isabella had posted of her breakfast, his finger frozen on the screen. He didn’t scroll past it. He just kept looking.

She really seemed happy.

She was staying at her friend’s place, eating all the seafood Jesse had dropped off. The shrimp and crab porridge she’d made looked amazing. Ethan wasn’t craving porridge or even hungry. What bothered him was that since they’d gotten married, Isabella hadn’t cooked for him once. Back when he wasn’t living at their little house, he understood, but he’d been home all weekend. She hadn’t even offered.

He thought back to the other night at the beach house when Natalie raved about Isabella’s cooking. He’d wanted Isabella to help with the seafood and make a big dinner for everyone. It wouldn’t have just been for Natalie and the others. He would have eaten, too. She loved him, right? Was it so much to ask for her to cook him a seafood dinner?

But she’d turned him down.

Ethan tapped the like button on her post, then unliked it almost immediately. He hesitated for a few moments, then went back and liked it again. He told himself he was being the bigger person. He wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it. It was just a like.

Still, after thinking it over, he couldn’t help but leave a comment. “How does it taste? Is it as good as it looks? Bet it’s sweet and rich, right?” Then he added, “It’s been ages since I’ve had shrimp and crab porridge.”

That last part was a hint. He didn’t even want the porridge that much, but if she was making it for Laura, he wanted some, too. In his mind, he should always come before Laura.

Once he’d liked and commented, Ethan closed Twitter and set his phone aside. It was time for work.

About fifteen minutes later, the Maybach pulled up outside The Adams Group’s building. At sixty-eight stories, the headquarters towered over the city. The driver brought the car to a stop and looked back at him.

“We’re here, Ethan.”

“Ethan, that might just make things worse,” the driver said quietly. “Women need a little patience.”

“She already ignores me. If I go after her now, she’ll just take me even less seriously,” Ethan replied.

The driver couldn’t help but think Ethan was already softening. Why act so tough?

“How about I bring Isabella here? She can wait for you to finish work and then maybe you two could have dinner together?” he suggested, hoping it would help them make up.

Isabella might not have the same background as Natalie, but she was a good person. The driver figured Ethan had married her, so he should act like a real husband. Why go out of his way for someone else’s wife and forget about his own?