After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 467

“They planned last night’s kidnapping knowing I could fight, so they brought a dozen guys, hoping numbers would be enough. The idea was to grab me, then hit up my family for a few billion to spend.” Ethan’s life really was worth that much.

If the kidnapping had actually worked, the Adams family would’ve paid the ransom. Of course, they’d also be working with the cops, trying to catch the kidnappers during the handoff.

Harold shook his head. “We still need to look into this. And from now on, you should take bodyguards when you go out. The Adams family has plenty, don’t they?” He paused, then added, “Isabella needs protection too. After what she did last night, those guys might want revenge.”

Bruce had a name on the streets, and plenty of guys who’d do anything for him. Isabella made him look bad last night, and who knew if his men would try to get payback.

Ethan shot Harold a cold look. “She’s my wife. I’ll take care of her.”

Harold caught the edge in his voice and shut up. Lately, Ethan seemed to be putting distance between himself and both Harold and Jesse, especially Harold. Did Ethan know how he felt about Isabella? Not that he’d ever done anything about it. He always kept his distance, never reached out, barely even saw her.

Jesse glanced between them and quickly changed the subject. “How’s Isabella doing?”

“She’s alright. The doctor says she’ll need to stay for a week, then she can go home,” Ethan said. After snapping at Harold, he realized he’d sounded harsh, and his face softened a little. “Honestly, she was amazing. Even when everything went crazy, she remembered to put on her seatbelt. After she crashed into the kidnappers’ car, the belt kept her from getting badly hurt.”

Jesse nodded. “Laura’s here too. She won’t leave anytime soon. You can relax—she’ll take care of Isabella. Get some sleep. You look terrible. Your lips are white.”

Ethan rubbed his hands over his face, trying to wake himself up, then let out a shaky breath. “Last night was hell,” he said quietly. “She got hurt and I’ve been sitting here for more than twelve hours. I’m so tired, but I was too scared to sleep. I couldn’t eat, I just waited for her to wake up so I could finally stop worrying.”

He hesitated, then his voice dropped even lower. “But then… she asked me for a divorce.”

The words just hung there. Harold and Jesse looked at each other. Neither of them knew what to say.