That day, he brought Isabella home. He yelled at her, lost his temper, and even hit her. After that, he locked her in the basement, telling her to think about what she’d done.
Compared to Jordan, who had wanted to kill her, Ethan’s punishment was pretty mild. Still, Isabella cried and screamed down there, shouting that she hadn’t pushed Natalie and cursing at anyone who would listen. Ethan didn’t want to hear it. He locked the door, left her there, and walked away.
She stayed in the basement for several days. At first, she refused to eat or drink. By the third day, hunger got the best of her, but even then she barely touched her food. When Ethan finally let her out, she seemed quieter, almost like she’d given up fighting. But she still wouldn’t admit to pushing Natalie.
Natalie lost the baby, and Jordan’s hatred for Isabella went deeper than ever. Even Cynthia said Isabella shouldn’t have pushed Natalie down the stairs. Both Ethan and Jordan had seen it happen, yet Isabella just kept denying it, no matter what anyone said. She would deny it until her last breath.
When Natalie got out of the hospital, Isabella went back to her family home and started another argument with her. It drove Ethan crazy. He had no choice but to teach her another lesson. And then, out of nowhere, Isabella asked for a divorce.
A divorce? Ethan was stunned. She loved him, and he knew it. She loved him so much that sometimes it scared him. He didn’t love her back, not really, but after three years of marriage, even without a real relationship, they had built some kind of connection.
He didn’t want to end things. But Isabella was determined. She argued with him every day, pushing and pushing until, finally, he gave in. In his anger, Ethan took back everything he’d ever given her. All her assets were things he’d bought for her after they married, so he claimed them all. If she wanted a divorce, then she would leave with nothing. Without him, she was nobody.
But even with nothing, Isabella insisted on leaving. Fine, if that’s what she wanted, he’d let her go. Who was afraid of who, anyway?
Ethan couldn’t lie to himself. Deep down, he hoped she’d change her mind, that she’d regret it and come back to him. But she didn’t. When the mandatory waiting period ended, they signed the divorce papers. It had only been a few days since then. Ethan was still half-expecting her to turn up at his door, begging for another chance. Instead, what he got was news that she was dead.
His phone rang again. Ethan picked up.
It was Jeremy calling. “Ethan, you left in a hurry. Is something wrong?”


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