After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 646

Isabella walked right past him, barely glancing his way. A few steps ahead, Ethan could hear her making a call, her voice crisp and clear. “Harold, are you on your way to work? I’m in a bit of a mess this morning. If you haven’t reached the office yet, could you wait for me at the intersection? I want to catch a ride with you.”

Ethan’s heart, already heavy, twisted painfully when he realized she was about to ride with Harold. Jealousy hit him hard. He caught up to her in long, determined strides, not even giving her a chance to react before grabbing her wrist and pulling her back toward him.

“Ethan, what are you doing? Let me go!” Isabella struggled, trying to yank her hand free, but his grip was unyielding. She swung her purse at him in frustration. He let her hit him, but he wouldn’t release her.

They hadn’t gotten far before Ethan dragged her right back to his car. He opened the door, practically pushing her inside.

Isabella immediately tried to get out, but Ethan only moved faster. He tossed her bag aside, slid into the driver’s seat, and caught her as she reached for the opposite door. He pressed her back against the seat, her hands locking around his wrists.

“Ethan!” Isabella’s cheeks flushed red, her eyes blazing with anger. “Let me go!”

He didn’t budge. His breath came rough and fast, his jaw clenched tight as he stared at her. He leaned in closer, and for a second Isabella braced herself, thinking he might try to kiss her again. Instead, he murmured, “Sit still. I’ll drive you to the office.”

“Don’t get in Harold’s car. Don’t go with him. He’s not who you think he is. He told me to my face that he’s fallen for you, that he’s going to chase after you. He just wants to steal you from me.”

“Isabella, you’re my wife. You’re mine. I won’t let go. Nobody’s taking you away from me.”

He could barely contain the possessiveness in his voice. If anyone tried to take Isabella from him, he’d fight them without hesitation.

“Harold loves you. He’s loved you for a long time,” Ethan said, his voice rough. “He told me himself. He wants to take you away from me. Isabella, just tell me the truth. Did Harold help you find that evidence? You’re in trouble now, and you’d rather go to him than say a word to me.”

“Would it even matter if I did tell you? There’s Sophia. There’s Natalie. I could have guessed, even with my eyes closed, you’d never take my side. And that’s exactly what happened, isn’t it? You know how it ended. Why would I go to someone for help when I know he’ll never really be there for me?”

Ethan couldn’t find anything to say.

He kept staring at her, refusing to let go. The longer he looked, the more he wanted to silence her with a kiss. But Isabella was ready for him. She turned her head away, dodging his lips.

“Ethan, let go. If you keep acting like this, I’ll only hate you more.”