After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 27

The driver didn’t think twice about it. He’d only seen Ms. Charles and her friends go into the bar, never Isabella.

Isabella helped Ethan into the back seat and told the driver to head out. Ethan was completely wasted, slumped against her shoulder, asleep like he didn’t have a care in the world. At least he was a quiet drunk. She just hoped he wouldn’t throw up on her.

Ethan had a habit of drinking too much, but Isabella had never taken care of him before. In her last life, whenever he got drunk, his bodyguards and the driver would always take him to a hotel owned by the Adams Group. He never came home. He was scared she might try to sleep with him while he was drunk. All that, just to keep himself “pure” for Natalie Gates. As if it mattered. Natalie was never going to divorce Jordan Lane.

Whatever. That was their drama, not hers. She just needed to protect her own heart this time around. She wouldn’t make the same mistake. She wasn’t going to fall for Ethan again.

When they got home, Isabella asked the butler and driver to help get Ethan upstairs. She followed them into his room.

It was almost funny, really. In her last life, she’d been his wife for three years. Now she was his wife again, thanks to fate’s twisted sense of humor. Yet she’d never once been inside his master bedroom. It was always off limits.

Now, standing in his room, she was surrounded by photo frames. Every single one held a picture of Natalie Gates. Some were just her. Some were pictures of her and Ethan together. He was completely obsessed with her.

While Isabella looked around, Susan, the housekeeper, turned and spoke to her. “Isabella, Ethan doesn’t like anyone in his room. Please leave.”

Isabella didn’t even think before answering. “Ethan is my husband. His room is my room too, isn’t it? It’s not like I’m going to steal his stuff.”

She looked over the photos again. They traced Natalie’s whole life, from when she was just a teenager up to now. Ethan must have fallen for her when she was fourteen or fifteen. Now he was thirty. That was more than half his life spent loving the same woman.

Isabella cut her off. “Relax, Susan. I’m not about to sneak into his room and sleep with him just because he’s drunk.”

She shrugged. “I’m not interested in Ethan anymore. As long as I get to live comfortably and my allowance shows up on time, I’m happy to just be a wife in name only.”

With that, Isabella went back to her own room and closed the door behind her.

Susan lingered in the hallway, watching the door, her expression impossible to read.