After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 211

“Whether she admits it or not, we’re her family,” Paul said, his voice low and determined. “If she refuses to help us, we’ll stir up trouble. She married into a rich family, and those people care a lot about their reputation. If we start making a scene, her name’s going to take a hit, and so will her standing over there.”

“To keep her image clean, she’ll have to give us what we want.”

Peter never cared much for Isabella. After Dennis and Cynthia had her, Dennis passed away suddenly. He had wanted a grandson, not a granddaughter, so he let Cynthia leave with Isabella and never looked back. In all these years, he’d barely thought about her, always assuming she’d end up living a hard life.

But Isabella George surprised everyone. She did more than just survive—she thrived.

“Alright,” Peter said, his eyes lighting up with greed. “You get all the details first, then we’ll go see her. We’ll ask for a good amount of money, maybe a few houses. My four grandsons all need wives, and our old family house is falling apart. Nobody wants to marry into a family with a place like that.”

His grandsons weren’t even in a rush to get married—the oldest was twenty-four and the youngest only sixteen—but he was already stressing about their future homes. Business wasn’t good either. Their restaurant, Anchor & Oyster, was the quietest on the street. They barely made anything during the busy season, and in the slow season, they just scraped by. At the end of the year, they were lucky to break even. Life was tight.

“Of course,” Paul agreed. “I’ll head to Cabinda later and see what I can find out about Isabella. I need to get a sense of her personality. If she’s easy to push around, this’ll be simple.”

If Isabella was soft, they could ride her coattails and live comfortably. If not, they’d show up in full force and cause a scene. They had thick skin. They didn’t care what other people thought.

Once the group of tourists finished their meal and paid, they left the restaurant. When they were a safe distance away, the woman who had spoken to Paul took out her phone and made a call.

After the call ended, Natalie set her phone on the stone table. She sat in her backyard gazebo, looking out at the garden, a cold smile tugging at her lips.

Isabella had no idea what was coming.

Natalie didn’t have to do anything herself. The George family would turn Isabella’s life upside down. With relatives like those, it was only a matter of time before they started leeching off her, now that they knew she was doing well. How long could the Adams family, who already didn’t like her, put up with that kind of drama? Would Ethan still take Isabella’s side?

Natalie wanted one thing: for Ethan and Isabella to split up. She could see Ethan starting to care more and more about Isabella lately, and she couldn’t stand it. The way she saw it, Ethan should only have eyes for her.