After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 801

Isabella just stood there, silent.

Thunder rolled in the distance. Rain was coming.

Summers in Cabinda were always like this. Sometimes, heavy rain would fall for days on end, flooding the streets and turning everything into rivers.

“Stephanie, it’s going to rain soon,” Isabella said, glancing at her with a look that almost pleaded for help.

Stephanie smiled kindly. “I know, Isabella. You should go inside. We’re heading home too.”

If Stephanie had come by herself, Isabella might have invited her in for a chat. But with Ethan there, she didn’t even bother to ask.

Stephanie grabbed Ethan’s arm. “Come on, let’s go. It’s about to pour. If you keep standing out here, we’ll all get drenched. And take your car with you. Next time, don’t you dare show up here with your car unless Isabella says you can.”

She paused, her voice suddenly sharper. “If you do, I’ll have all your tires taken off. Don’t think I won’t.”

Stephanie was the kind of person who really would do what others only threatened.

“Grandma…” Ethan muttered.

As he turned, Ethan noticed Harold’s car parked in front of the villa.

Harold was just about to walk in, but when he saw Ethan and Stephanie, he stopped and greeted Stephanie with respect.

Stephanie had arrived so fast because Harold had called her. She was staying at Jeremy’s place for a while. The moment Harold called, she told her driver to bring her over right away.

Luckily, Jeremy’s house was close by, so Stephanie got there in no time. Not only did she come straight over, but she also asked Jeremy to send her things to Ethan’s place. She planned to stay for a while.

Ethan’s bodyguards had blocked his way earlier. It took him a while to get through. He’d been worried that Ethan might do something reckless out of jealousy, so he’d called Stephanie for backup. She was always level-headed. She’d even been the one who convinced Ethan to give Isabella her freedom in the first place.

Stephanie had mentioned she was staying at Jeremy’s house, and since it was nearby, she promised to come right over.

Looking at Isabella now, Harold was relieved that he’d called when he did.

Isabella shook her head. “He wouldn’t hurt me. He’s just... persistent. Annoyingly persistent.”

She and Ethan had been married twice, in two different lives. The most intimate thing between them had only ever been a kiss.

In her last life, he never really wanted her as his wife. They always slept in separate rooms, even up until their divorce, and then until the day she died.

In this life, at first, she had still held out hope. But after she finally let go, Ethan wanted to act like a real husband, and this time, she was the one who refused.