After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 1210

"She brought this on herself!" Barbara said fiercely. "She wanted to have her cake and eat it too. People that greedy usually end up with nothing."

Natalie's life was already unravelling. Ethan had finally seen through her and was genuinely falling for Isabella. Meanwhile, Jordan was blatantly sleeping with his secretary. A divorce was inevitable.

"If she really planned this, I hope they lock her up and throw away the key," Barbara spat. "Not just for me, but for Isabella. Natalie made her life a living hell. Even those awful relatives from Isabella's hometown who keep harassing her for money—that was all Natalie's doing."

"Oh, she's definitely going down," Linda agreed confidently. "Once they get her to confess, she's looking at a decade behind bars. Kidnapping is a major felony. Even if she didn't grab you herself, being the mastermind carries a heavy sentence."

Linda smirked. "By the time she gets out, her life will be over. Jordan will have divorced her ages ago. She'll have absolutely nothing left. And it's exactly what she deserves. She chose Jordan over Ethan because she wanted the Lane family's prestige, but she still expected Ethan to wait on her hand and foot. Honestly, why did she even pick Jordan?"

"She clearly loved Ethan too," Barbara mused. "But she couldn't let go of the wealth and power that came with the Lane family."

"You still don't get it, do you?" Linda laughed dryly. "She loved them both. She knew that if she married Jordan, Ethan's obsessive loyalty would keep him wrapped around her finger. But if she had married Ethan, Jordan would have just moved on. Marrying Jordan was the only way she could keep both men worshipping her."

The White family was notoriously protective of Linda, and with a dozen fierce male relatives ready to go to war for her, messing with Linda was basically signing a death warrant. Since then, Natalie had resorted to spreading vicious rumors behind Linda's back, contributing to Linda's intimidating reputation.

Meanwhile, Harold had dropped Isabella off at her place. He stayed for about half an hour to ensure she was settled before heading back to the hospital.

Once he was gone, Cynthia walked into the living room, studying her daughter. "Weren't you two supposed to be spending the weekend at the beach? Why are you back so soon? You both looked so stressed. Did you get into a fight on the way there?"