The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 241

**TITLE: Arrived 241**

**The Invisible Wife**

**Savage**

**Finished**

**Chapter 241: The Fall of Isabelle**

Isaac’s words landed like a punch to Isabelle’s gut, exposing the tender underbelly of her arrogance. The Monroe family’s immense power and wealth had long been the foundation of her inflated sense of self-worth. Deep down, a gnawing truth lingered in her mind: without the Monroe name, Nathaniel would never have given her a second glance.

Panic began to seep into her consciousness, a cold dread that coiled around her heart.

“What am I supposed to do now?” she exclaimed, her voice trembling. “I only wanted to tarnish Mr. Quinn’s reputation! I didn’t inflict any significant damage on Bennett Group! Why on earth would they retaliate against the Monroe family like this?”

“Are you really that foolish?” Isaac’s voice crackled through the phone, dripping with contempt. “If you dare to pull another stunt like this, I promise you, I won’t lift a finger to help you with Nathaniel!”

With that, he ended the call, leaving Isabelle reeling.

Her heart raced, a tumult of panic and fury swirling within her. Yes, her parents adored her, but the relentless march of time would eventually age them, leaving her vulnerable.

Isaac—he was the true heir of the Monroe dynasty, the one whose favor was essential for her to maintain her lavish lifestyle. If he turned his back on her, what would she have left to cling to?

Frustration clawed at her as she redialed his number, her mind racing with a desperate plan to apologize, to sweet-talk him into overlooking her blunder. Perhaps if she could charm him just a little, the whole situation would fade away like a bad dream.

But to her dismay, Isaac had blocked her number, cutting off her chance to plead her case.

Anger surged through her veins. How could he be so cold, so utterly heartless?

In a moment of desperation, she reached out to Nathaniel, yearning for his comforting presence.

Yet, as she listened to his voice on the other end, he kept insisting he was busy.

“Busy? Busy with what?” she snapped, her temper flaring. “If it were Estella, you’d drop everything to be with her, wouldn’t you? Nathaniel, after everything I’ve sacrificed for you, and now that I’m carrying your child, can’t you at least show some decency and spend a little more time with me?”

Nathaniel stood by the expansive window of his office, gazing out at the twinkling city lights below, a bitter laugh escaping his lips.

She was pregnant with his child? Was it even his?

She professed her love for him, yet he knew she had been seeing other men behind his back.

She had promised to secure the Chunk family project for him, but had utterly failed. And now, here she was, raising her voice at him, demanding his attention.

He had reached his limit with this pampered heiress.

How could he, Nathaniel, a man of ambition and standards, ever settle for someone as shameless and thoughtless as Isabelle?

He thought of Estella—successful, confident, and effortlessly charming, yet always maintaining her dignity. The contrast struck him like a lightning bolt. Regret washed over him in waves.

How had he ever mistaken a fragile piece of glass for a precious diamond? How could he have let go of the better woman?

He missed those days more than he could articulate.

What if he had never returned to Isabelle? Perhaps he and Estella could have built a life together, free from the chaos that now surrounded him.

Meanwhile, Estella had made her way to the hospital, intent on picking up Victoria for the New Year celebrations.

As she approached the ward, the sound of Victoria’s laughter mingled with a man’s voice caught her attention.

Curiosity piqued, she stepped inside, only to find Victoria engaged in conversation with a refined, gentle-looking middle-aged man.

Today, Victoria was adorned in delicate makeup and a luxurious mink coat.

Around her neck gleamed a stunning emerald necklace, a cherished piece their father had once gifted to their mother. It was her most prized possession, reserved for only the most special occasions, yet here it was, glimmering in the hospital light.

Even in her most desperate times, Estella had never considered selling their mother’s jewelry. A wave of confusion washed over her—why had her mother suddenly chosen to dress so extravagantly?

Upon noticing Estella, Victoria’s face brightened. “Come here, meet Simon!” she called out, her excitement palpable.

Estella approached, nodding politely. “Hello, Mr. Simon.”

Simon regarded her with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling. “So, you’re Victoria’s daughter? You’re absolutely beautiful. Victoria, I truly envy you. I’ve always wished for a daughter just like her.”

Victoria laughed, covering her mouth in delight. “And I envy you for having two sons!”

In that moment, Estella felt a flicker of warmth in the air, a brief respite from the storm that was brewing in her own life.