Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1231

Emmy didn’t react the way Isabel had hoped. Not even a flicker of annoyance crossed her face. She just twirled her champagne glass, eyes as calm and unreadable as a deep lake, watching the bubbles drift to the surface.

After a moment, Emmy met Isabel’s gaze. Her expression stayed cool and collected.

“Ms. Summer, our eyes are meant to look forward,” she said quietly. “If you keep staring at the past, your road ahead just gets smaller, maybe even dangerous. You could trip and fall pretty hard.”

“So instead of digging up my husband’s history to rattle me, maybe you should watch your own step for a change. Are you sure you’re not about to stumble?”

Isabel’s face turned ugly right away. She absolutely detested this version of Emmy, so calm she seemed almost cold-blooded. Isabel’s jaw clenched. She let out a mocking laugh, trying to crack Emmy’s cool armor.

“Emmy, you know why you can act so calm? You don’t really love James, do you? If you did, there’s no way you could stay calm hearing he once lost his mind for another woman. Anyone who actually loves would care.”

The accusation just made Emmy want to laugh.

Look at her, Emmy thought. This once proud heiress, the famous Summer family darling, who used to be the queen of every party. Now she was scrambling, desperate to prove she was better, acting like nothing more than a sore loser picking fights.

Emmy didn’t answer if she loved James or not. Why would she bare her heart to someone like Isabel? Some things were private, and she saw no reason to explain her feelings to outsiders.

She looked at Isabel, a trace of sadness in her eyes. Her voice was gentle.

“You know, Ms. Summer, I actually miss the old you.”

Isabel froze. “Excuse me?”

Emmy didn’t look away. “Back then, you were so confident, so proud. You never needed to put people down to lift yourself up. What happened to you, Ms. Summer? What could have changed you like this?”

Isabel paled in an instant, her face stiff and almost ghostly white. Emmy’s words stung like a slap. She wanted to fight back, wanted to prove she was still on top, but now all her energy felt pointless.

She just couldn’t figure it out. Wasn’t Emmy supposed to have lost her memory? Wasn’t she only out of town for six months? Since when did Emmy get this kind of inner strength, this casual but undeniable confidence that made Isabel feel small in comparison?

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