After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 1132

"My energy has always been good."

Isabella smiled and handed her own gift to Deborah. Turning to Jackson, she said, "Jackson, wishing you a happy marriage!"

Neither mother nor daughter offered the customary 'happily ever after' blessing.

Who knew if Jackson would just cheat again in the future?

If Deborah kept fighting with Natalie, the house would know no peace. Jackson might very well stray again, seeking comfort.

Once a cheater, always a cheater.

It all depended on whether Deborah would get the last laugh.

"Why don't I see Jordan and Natalie?"

Cynthia scanned the surroundings. Not spotting the couple, she asked with feigned concern.

"They're greeting guests," Jackson replied. "There are too many people here, I couldn't handle it all myself."

"Cynthia, how have you been lately? You look wonderfully radiant."

"Thanks to you, I've been doing perfectly fine. You, on the other hand—why does it look like you've aged a few years? Your hair has gone quite gray. You're the groom again, shouldn't you have dyed it black to look a bit younger?"

Jackson's smile grew stiff.

The house was pure chaos, the company demanded his constant attention, and his sleep was terrible. At her age, Deborah's appetite in the bedroom was ravenous, and he had to keep up with her demands every night. How could his hair not turn gray?

In the past, Cynthia had always been quiet. She never made demands. When he wanted intimacy, they had it. When he was tired, she never pushed him. She only cared for him quietly and made comforting health tonics for him.

He had to admit, Cynthia had been a textbook perfect wife.

Even though Cynthia was no longer Mrs. Lane, she had raised an incredible daughter. Isabella's first marriage was into the Adams family as their eldest daughter-in-law—the undisputed top family in the city.

Even after the divorce, the eldest son of the Carter family was waiting in the wings. Judging by how affectionate Isabella and Harold were, everyone figured they'd be attending their wedding soon enough.

Isabella was running her own business, and it was expanding rapidly. Naturally, people's opinions of Cynthia changed.

In their eyes, Isabella was undeniably a blessed girl with an incredible destiny.

Of course, there were those who were jealous of Isabella, like Natalie's cousins and the unmarried girls from Deborah's family. They were green with envy. In their eyes, Harold was entirely too perfect—he was practically Prince Charming straight out of a fairy tale.

He was the kind of strikingly handsome, deeply devoted billionaire you only saw in television dramas.

The young women from the Gates family whispered in the distance, gossiping and trash-talking Isabella, calling her a bitch who specialized in stealing men's souls.