When Ethan and Isabella got divorced, he handed the villa over to her without a second thought. Natalie tried to stop him, but it was no use. Ethan just brushed her off, completely convinced he owed Isabella for everything, and figured the least he could do was make it up to her with money and property.
Natalie was beside herself. She was angry, jealous, honestly losing her mind with envy, but there wasn’t a single thing she could do about any of it.
“So what?” Isabella said. “You’re not welcome here, Natalie. I didn’t ask you to come, and you just showed up anyway. I’m sure even you can tell you’re not wanted.”
Isabella stretched out on her bed, scrolling distractedly on her phone. “You know, if you don’t actually want to ask me anything, then let’s not waste time. I don’t have the energy for this. I’m hanging up.”
“Isabella! Don’t hang up! I’m asking you, what happened to Ethan?”
So that was it. Natalie was worried about Ethan.
Isabella almost laughed. “What happened to Ethan? Why are you asking me? Who am I to him, really? I’m just his ex-wife, the one he didn’t even love. Is it my job to know what’s going on with him? You’re supposed to be the woman he cares about most. And yet, you’re asking me?”
That one landed hard. Natalie’s face went dark with anger.
The truth was, Ethan had gotten hurt, but the Adams family had kept everything tightly under wraps. It hadn’t happened in Cabinda, so hiding it hadn’t been hard. As far as anyone knew, Ethan was just away on a business trip, and sometimes those take a little longer than planned.
But Natalie wasn’t buying it. Not after those two viral scandals that blew up a week ago.
Isabella wasn’t worried. She had evidence on her side and was ready to take her grandparents to court. If they wanted a legal fight, she’d give it to them, and she was determined to get back everything they'd taken from her family after her father died—the house, the restaurant, all of it.
Her dad had passed away years ago, and her mom remarried soon after. Really, even if she had a little responsibility to help look after her grandparents, it wasn’t just on her. They had plenty of kids and grandkids; everyone should pitch in. As far as Isabella was concerned, she’d pay exactly the amount the court ordered. Not a cent more.
Her relatives called her stingy, mocked her for holding onto every dollar despite her wealth, and complained she wasn’t generous at all.
But after her dad died, those same relatives almost sold her and her mom off like property. And now they expected her to be generous? No chance. Not in this lifetime.

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