After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 1192

Isabella and the rest of the Carter family women could do little more than offer soothing words to the tearful matriarch.

Harold and the rest of the men were pacing, phones pressed to their ears, waiting desperately for the kidnappers to reach out again.

Jesse and Laura arrived shortly after. Laura pulled her friend aside, her voice a frantic whisper. "Any news on Barbara?"

Isabella shook her head, a heavy knot forming in her stomach.

She couldn't shake the suffocating feeling that York was behind this.

Was he targeting the people she cared about?

In her past life, she had never even crossed paths with York. She had died without ever knowing the monster existed. York had ultimately met his end on death row, a fitting punishment for a heartless, cold-blooded demon who had murdered, burned, and kidnapped without a shred of remorse.

The crimes he had committed were enough to earn him the death penalty ten times over.

A man like that didn't change just because he was given a second chance. Evil was bred in the bone.

She couldn't fathom why the hand of fate would grant a do-over to such a vile creature.

The truth was, York himself wasn't entirely sure if he had truly been reborn or if he was simply acting on premonitions from a vividly long dream. All he knew was that Ethan was destined to be his downfall.

Which was exactly why he had decided to strike first.

Before arriving in Cabinda, York had been thoroughly investigating Ethan, especially after Dave's botched attempt to take him out. It didn't take long to realize that Natalie and Isabella were the two most critical women in Ethan's life.

When his findings perfectly matched his 'dreams,' York panicked. He relocated to Cabinda to keep a closer eye on them, meticulously scrubbing his past clean and reinventing himself.

He had built a massive empire, sprinkling in legitimate businesses to effortlessly mask himself as a highly successful entrepreneur.

He thought his secret was safe. No one could possibly know about his dreams or his rebirth.

Isabella clasped her hands together, praying fervently for Barbara's safe return.

For now, everyone waiting at the Carter estate could do nothing but wait. They were entirely powerless, having no idea where the kidnappers were hiding.

The police were keeping their cards close to their chests, refusing to share any concrete updates. They only offered vague reassurances that they were tracking down the location and preparing a rescue operation.

While the Carter estate was shrouded in a thick cloud of despair, Ethan remained blissfully unaware. The family had placed a strict gag order on the press, and since his friendship with Harold had shattered, he was entirely out of the loop.

Instead, Ethan was dealing with a completely different kind of headache.

Sitting in his living room, he shot a dark, impatient glare at Natalie. Despite his blunt, repeated requests for her to leave, she hovered around him, acting entirely oblivious to his hostility.

She looked perfectly content to spend the entire day playing nursemaid.

Even when Stephanie had directly urged her to go home, Natalie hadn't budged an inch.