“You’re the one who wronged her. If you hadn’t used her, she never would’ve gotten caught up in your mess of a love triangle.”
“Isabella probably didn’t just start dreaming about all this. She might’ve been having those dreams for a long time. You said yourself, she changed completely after your wedding night. She’s probably had that nightmare again and again.”
“She realized loving you would only end in tragedy, so she forced herself to stop. She knew Natalie would set her up, so she stayed away. She knew you’d never love her, so she kept talking about divorce. Everything she did was just so she could survive.”
Ethan’s mind drifted back to a few months ago, to their wedding. He remembered the big celebration and how Isabella had looked so happy, so sweet. On their wedding night, she waited for him in their bedroom. When he walked in, she got up, smiled, helped him out of his jacket, even said she’d run a bath for him. Back then, Isabella seemed completely normal, acting just like a woman in love.
But then he told her the real reason he’d married her. The look on her face was like she’d been struck by lightning. After that, she couldn’t stop blaming him, sobbing uncontrollably, crying the whole night.
The next day, he couldn’t bring himself to face her, so he stayed away. By the third day, he noticed something different. She’d stopped crying. It was like she’d accepted that he’d lied to her. She seemed content with the benefits he’d promised and started focusing on getting money from him.
Even when Sophia brought those so-called friends to his place, Isabella didn’t get jealous anymore. She didn’t seem to care at all how many women liked him. She stopped asking about his business, and if she did, she always expected something in return. No matter how much money he gave her, she’d take it. The more, the better.
As Ethan thought back over Isabella’s strange behavior these past few months, he felt the blood drain from his face.


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