After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 394

Before Ethan could say a word, Sophia jumped in. “If you want to see Natalie, you don’t have to go to the Lane family for that. I can call her up and set something up for you. You could see her whenever you want. Why use marriage to trap yourself?”

Jennifer nodded, quick to add her opinion. “Ethan, if Isabella wants out, just let her go.”

It would save her two hundred million, too. If Jennifer had known Ethan just wanted Isabella as a pawn, she never would have gotten involved. All it did was make her look bad for nothing.

“I don’t want a divorce,” Ethan said. His voice was steady and his eyes were serious.

He turned to Isabella. “Isabella, I meant what I said before. I really want to try to move on from Natalie. Please, just give me a chance.”

“Ethan, you won’t move on,” Isabella said quietly. “You’ve loved her for more than ten years. It’s not something you can just let go of.”

“I can’t trust you. That ended the moment you trapped me into this marriage. I stopped believing anything you said.”

“Ethan, if you really feel sorry, if you really think you owe me, then divorce me. Give me back my freedom. I don’t want to keep pretending. I’m exhausted.”

Ethan was stubborn. “I won’t divorce you. I told you, I can learn to let go. We’re married. We’re supposed to spend our lives together. I, Ethan Adams, will only ever have one wife.”

Isabella stared at him for a long time. Then she got up and looked around at everyone. “It’s late. I’m going home.”

She didn’t want to talk to Ethan anymore. He didn’t love her, but he refused to let her go. He was selfish and impossible.

Ethan jumped up and grabbed her hand, stopping her. “Isabella, this is your home. You’re my wife, Mrs. Adams. Where are you going?”

“This is your home!” he repeated.

Jennifer hurried to Ethan’s side, gently touching his cheek where the slap had landed. “She actually hit you. I gave birth to you, raised you, and I’ve never laid a finger on you. How could she? Look at your face... If you hadn’t wronged her, I’d sue her for domestic violence.”

Ethan brushed her hand away. “Mom, I’m not divorcing Isabella. I don’t care what you all think or say. If I divorce her, she’ll leave me for good.”

He knew he wasn’t in love with Isabella yet, not really. But he was used to having her around. If they divorced, she’d be gone, and there’d be a line of people wanting her.

Just the idea of Isabella marrying someone else made his chest tight.

So no matter how much she yelled at him or slapped him, he wouldn’t let go. He wouldn’t divorce her. He was already the bad guy. He didn’t care how anyone saw him anymore.

“Mom, don’t interfere again. Don’t try to pay her off to leave me. I’m not divorcing her. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. The only way she’s leaving me is if I’m dead.”