After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 499

After getting a second chance at life, she was determined to make it to a hundred. Or at least ninety-nine. No way was she dying young again, not like last time.

“Isabella.”

Ethan grabbed her hand, his eyes searching her face. Isabella frowned, annoyed. “What did you even dream about? I was still half asleep when you started yelling and woke me up.”

“You were calling my name... You looked like you were in pain. Was I the one who killed your precious Natalie in your dream? Is that why you were so heartbroken, calling my name like you wanted to tear me apart?”

Ethan stayed quiet, the memories of his dream slowly coming back. He remembered when Isabella had told him about her own nightmare, about marrying him, all the chaos that followed, and how it ended with her dying a terrible death. He’d tried to comfort her, told her it was just a dream, not real. She’d told him maybe it really happened, just in another life.

He never believed in past lives. People only got one shot. You had to live in the moment, make the most of it. Once you died, that was it. There was no next time.

But last night, he’d had a dream too. It felt so real. He watched Isabella die, and it was brutal. Cynthia died too, throwing herself off a building after Isabella was gone. He had no idea if it was really suicide or not. He woke up before they ever found the real mastermind. He and his family were still investigating. The killers tried to get away but died in a car crash, and the police figured out the car had been tampered with. It was just a cover-up, someone tying up loose ends. The trail went cold, then Cynthia died...

And that was when Ethan woke up.

He pulled Isabella’s hand to his face, holding it there, his voice barely a whisper. “We can’t get divorced. We just can’t.”

If they got divorced, she’d lose his protection, and she’d end up dead.

Ethan hesitated, then nodded. The Isabella in his dream was dramatic, always making trouble, but the real Isabella? She was sensible, never jealous about all the women who liked him, always playing the perfect Mrs. Adams. She kept her distance, didn’t get involved in anything, practically the definition of a chill wife. She and Natalie weren’t close but they didn’t fight either. In his dream, Isabella pushed Natalie down the stairs and caused her miscarriage, but in real life, it was just a medical issue.

“Exactly. It was a dream, not reality. If we get divorced, I’m not going to end up like that. Actually, if we don’t get divorced, I’m the one in trouble. Look at me, lying here, sore all over thanks to those kidnappers.”

“And that only happened because of you!”

Ethan had nothing to say to that.