After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 111

“Mrs. Adams.”

Isabella was almost at the elevator when Ethan’s secretary called after her. He hurried over, looking nervous and polite at the same time.

“Mrs. Adams, Mr. Adams wants you to come back.”

Isabella arched a brow. Ethan wanted her back? Was he actually changing his mind?

She gave a little shrug. “Tell him I can find investors on my own. I don’t need him. I’m not going back.”

She pressed the elevator button, but the secretary quickly stepped in front of her, looking desperate. “Mrs. Adams, please. If I can’t get you to go back, Mr. Adams will say I didn’t do my job, and I’ll lose part of my paycheck. I’m just a secretary, trying to keep my job. Please don’t make this harder for me.”

He motioned for her to head back down the hall. Isabella hesitated, lips pressed together, but finally turned and let him lead her back to the CEO’s office.

He knocked for her, waited for Ethan’s response, then opened the door and showed her in. He even poured her some warm water and brought over a plate of fresh fruit and pastries before quietly slipping back out.

Isabella sat across from Ethan, not saying a word. She just started eating the pastries, pretending he wasn’t even there.

Ethan’s voice was low, almost a growl. “Isabella, beg me.”

She shot him a look. “Beg you? For what? To drink your herbal tea?” Her tone was casual, almost mocking. “Drink it or don’t. It’s your body. If you don’t care, why should I? You don’t love me. You used me. You played with my feelings. Right now, I hate you. Sometimes I wish you were dead.”

Did she really hate him? Maybe not. The resentment, though, that was real. He’d always treated her well, but he never loved her. At least when she died, he’d made sure she had a proper burial. He didn’t just leave her lost and forgotten.

But she couldn’t help feeling bitter. He’d used her, dragged her into his mess with Natalie, and that had cost her everything. If Ethan hadn’t pulled her in, she could have married someone normal, lived a quiet life. At least then, Natalie wouldn’t have targeted her. Maybe she’d still be alive.