After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 363

Jennifer had made too many empty promises in her life for Isabella to believe her now.

“If I’d known what to do back then, I never would have agreed to let him marry you,” Jennifer said, almost on reflex. The only way out would have been cutting Ethan out of her life completely, and she wasn’t ready for that.

“You could help me catch him with someone else,” Isabella offered. “If I had proof he cheated, he’d have to agree to the divorce. He wouldn’t be able to argue.”

Jennifer just stared at her, lost for words.

“There are so many women who want Ethan. Just pick one you don’t mind, set things up, give her a chance. I know you could pull it off.”

“It doesn’t have to be anything serious. I just need to see him lying in bed with another woman. That’s all.”

“I’m sure some of my so-called rivals would love to make that happen. All they’re missing is the right opportunity.”

Jennifer stayed silent. She knew it was true. Plenty of women were obsessed with Ethan— even Sophia’s supposed best friends had stuck around for his sake.

After a long, awkward pause, Jennifer finally moved. She slid the two checks back into her purse, stood up, and slung her bag over her arm. “I’ve got the coffee,” she said. Then she left.

Isabella picked up her cup, took a sip, and couldn’t help mumbling to herself, feeling the sting of loss. “Two hundred million... I just watched two hundred million slip right by me.”

“I even touched it. And it still slipped through my fingers.”

Two hundred million. She’d never even seen that much money, not in her wildest dreams.

She let out a heavy sigh. Money she earned herself always felt more secure. Chasing easy money was just too risky.

After feeling sorry for herself for a few moments, Isabella remembered Cynthia was still talking things out with the mistress. She moved to a seat closer to them, close enough to catch their conversation.

She couldn’t stand beside Jackson in public, and Kevin couldn’t openly claim his place in the Lane family.

“You’d really go through with the divorce?”

“I’ve already moved out of the Lane house,” Cynthia said, firm and steady. “I’m not changing my mind. No matter what Jackson says, I’m leaving him.”

Deborah looked at Cynthia and saw how serious she was. A flicker of hope crossed her face. “I’ll try,” she said, her voice soft.

If Jackson did get divorced, she knew she’d be next. She already had his son. Jackson adored Kevin, always said the kid was just like him, even bragged Kevin would outshine Jordan in a decade or two.

Would he really let his favorite son grow up with that label, always left out?

She didn’t want to hide in the shadows forever.