Ethan watched Isabella quietly for a while. Then he finally said, “You know, I’m starting to get hungry too. I didn’t eat anything at the party, just had a couple of drinks.”
“If you’re hungry, ask Susan to make you something,” Isabella replied, finishing off the last of her noodles.
“I asked if you wanted noodles earlier and you said no. Now you say you’re hungry? I’m not making more.”
“It doesn’t take that long to cook a bowl of noodles.”
“You’re my wife. Isn’t it normal for you to make me some noodles and fry a couple of eggs?”
Isabella looked up at him and shot back, “Who says wives are the only ones who have to cook? Why can’t husbands do it for a change?”
“Besides, we’re just married on paper. I’m just your chess piece. You’re the one who said I didn’t have to do any wifely duties, just play along in front of our families.”
Ethan muttered, “There are plenty of women out there who’d love to cook for me.”
“Then why didn’t you go marry one of them? Why me? You think I’m easy to push around?”
Ethan went quiet. Honestly, if she hadn’t been Natalie’s sister-in-law, he never would have chosen her.
Isabella finished her noodles, drank the last bit of broth, and took her bowl to the kitchen to wash up. A few minutes later, she walked back out.
There was a short pause before Barbara asked, sounding worried, “Isabella, are you okay? Did Mr. Adams do anything to you?”
Harold had actually asked Barbara to call. He was standing right next to her, but when the call connected and Barbara tried to hand him the phone, he just shook his head, silently urging her to talk instead. He figured it’d be too awkward if he called himself. He’d seen how upset Ethan looked when he left with Isabella and was worried Ethan might have done something. Getting Barbara to check in made him feel better.
“I’m fine. He wouldn’t hurt me. No matter how angry he gets, he wouldn’t actually lay a hand on me,” Isabella said lightly. “He knows I wasn’t the one who spilled juice all over Natalie. He knows it was just one of her little performances.”
When she’d suggested checking the security cameras, Natalie had looked so flustered. There was no way Ethan and Jordan hadn’t figured it out. Jordan was quick and made up an excuse to get Natalie out of there before she could get exposed and embarrass herself even more.
Ethan was never the type to use violence. Even in her previous life, when Natalie lost her baby and blamed it on her, making everyone criticize her and even making Jordan want to tear her apart, Ethan had been furious, but he’d never touched her. Back then, she’d been so bitter she started picking fights with Natalie and arguing with Ethan all the time. When he finally got fed up, he’d just stop coming home, act like she was contagious, but he never even laid a finger on her.

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