After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 792

Nadine’s voice was tinged with jealousy. “Harold, you really do go out of your way to defend Isabella. And Isabella, I have to hand it to you. You just got divorced, and already you’ve got Harold completely obsessed with you.”

She turned to Isabella with a sharp smile. “Come on, we’re both women. Teach me your secrets. How do you get the guy you want? You must be really something—Ethan can’t get over you, even wants to get back together after the divorce, and now you’ve got him and Harold turning into rivals. That’s some serious skill. I wish I knew how to handle men like you do.”

Isabella met Nadine’s glare, her own eyes cool and steady. “Nadine, maybe you should try showing a little respect. Harold and I only got close after my divorce from Ethan. If Harold likes me, that’s his choice. I’m young, I’m beautiful, I have money and a career. If Harold’s into me, that just means he has good taste.”

She smiled, almost sweetly. “You like Harold, don’t you? But he doesn’t return the feeling. Maybe you should ask yourself why. Why would Harold rather be with a divorced woman like me instead of you? Don’t keep blaming others for your problems. The real issue is with you.”

“And as for Ethan wanting to get back together with me, that’s none of your business. Or are you interested in both Harold and Ethan? Does it bother you that they both treat me well? Sorry if that’s hard for you, but they do. I think I deserve it. I deserve to be treated well, to be loved.”

Nadine was left speechless. It took her a moment before she managed to snap, “Isabella, you’re shameless. Absolutely shameless.”

She couldn’t believe Isabella could say all that with a straight face, acting like every man fell at her feet. What did she really have, anyway? The money was all from Ethan.

But it was true—Isabella was gorgeous. In Cabinda’s high society, barely any of the other heiresses could compete with her looks. Most of them had work done, but Isabella was just naturally beautiful. Her skin was flawless, and honestly, she seemed even more stunning after the divorce.

“Isabella, everyone’s dancing inside. Let’s go. May I have this dance?” Harold said, taking her hand and leaving Nadine standing awkwardly by herself.

As they reached the hotel entrance, they spotted Ethan waiting outside. Harold nodded at him, silent.

Ethan’s hand twitched, like he wanted to break Harold’s grip on Isabella, but he knew he had no right to interfere. Not anymore.