After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 399

Ethan was at a loss for words.

After a long, awkward silence, he finally said, “You grew up with the Lane family. They took care of you, raised you. Think of the wedding gifts Natalie kept as your way of repaying them for everything they did.”

“So, I paid off your debt to them for you. Is that it?”

“So what you’re really saying is that you think it’s totally fine, even justified, for Natalie to take my wedding gifts. I should be grateful to both of you, right? I should thank you and thank Natalie too?”

Ethan was stunned again. He wanted to defend himself, wanted to defend Natalie, but nothing he could say would make sense. In the end, he just sat there, silent.

Isabella hung up without another word. She blocked his number, then deleted him from all her social media.

She stood up, went upstairs, and turned off the lights on the main floor. The house slipped into darkness.

Ethan realized she had ended the call. Panic and frustration warred in his chest. He called her again, but all he got was an automated message. “The number you have dialed is not available.”

Was her phone off? No way. She must have blocked him.

He couldn’t believe it. She really blocked him.

He tried to send a voice message on social media, only to discover he was blocked there too. Not only had she cut him off by phone, she’d erased him digitally as well. He sent her a request to add him back, but she didn’t accept.

He was so angry, he nearly threw his phone against the wall.

Meanwhile, Isabella was done thinking about the man outside her door. She took a long, hot shower, then wrapped herself in a towel and checked two new scripts her screenwriter had sent over. One of them looked promising, so she got in touch to talk it through.

Her days were packed. She had no time, and even less patience, for Ethan’s drama. He never changed. She was determined to end things for good.

After breakfast, Isabella finally opened the front door.

She froze.

Ethan was lying right outside, fast asleep on the doorstep. He was covered with a pink women’s coat—probably something he’d bought last night as a peace offering. Even in late spring, the nights could get chilly.

Next to him was a small pile of shopping bags.

Isabella didn’t wake him. She quietly pulled the door shut behind her, stepped over Ethan, and walked away without looking back.