After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 577

"Ethan, I’m not changing my mind. Let’s just end things peacefully and stop drawing this out."

Ethan reached for her face, but Isabella slapped his hand away.

"Isabella, we’re still married until we have that divorce certificate. You were drunk. I came to get you and bring you home. What’s wrong with that? Or would you rather Harold had taken you instead?"

He let out a cold laugh. "Harold showed up just as I was carrying you out of the hotel. If I hadn’t been there first, he would’ve taken you. Isabella, I know I’m not some great guy, but Harold’s no saint either. You don’t really know him. Anyone who’s picked to be a family heir has their ways, and they aren’t always nice."

"And the Carter family isn’t right for you. Their elders are just like mine. Harold doesn’t have what it takes to stand up to them the way I do. And even if we officially get divorced, even though we’ve slept in separate rooms and kept things clean, in their eyes, you’re still a divorced woman. They’ll never think you’re good enough for their precious heir."

"Isabella, don’t get too close to Harold. He’s got his own agenda. He knows you’re my wife and he still wants you."

Isabella rolled her eyes. "And you’re one to talk? You knew Natalie was your best friend’s wife, but you still loved her. You couldn’t let her go."

"So what gives you the right to judge Harold? There’s nothing going on between us. He’s never even said he likes me. We barely know each other. Stop projecting your dirty thoughts onto him."

Ethan’s expression turned dark. She’d just called his thoughts dirty.

"Ethan, I don’t want to hear any more of this. Once we’re divorced, your life has nothing to do with me. And I expect you to stay out of mine."

She threw off the blanket and tried to get out of bed, but Ethan held her down with one hand.

She shoved him away, but he pressed her back again. When she tried a third time, he leaned in and pinned her against the bed, pressing his body against hers without a hint of shame.

Psycho, Isabella thought, and bit down hard on his lip.

Ethan flinched and let go of her. She tasted blood.

The metallic taste seemed to make him even more intense. He grabbed her chin and kissed her again, his blood smearing her lips.

With one hand finally free, Isabella punched him, pinched him, and when that didn’t work, she yanked his hair as hard as she could.

He felt it. He finally let her go, his eyes full of something dark and furious.

She really did hate him. She wouldn’t even let him touch her.