After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 231

Ethan didn’t say a word. With him quiet, Isabella stayed silent too.

The car was filled with an almost heavy stillness. Their filming location was way out in the suburbs, so getting back to the city would take more than an hour. Isabella leaned her head against the seat, closed her eyes, and tried to rest. Before she realized it, she’d slipped into sleep.

That’s when the dreams started, all of them about her past life.

She was back in that nightmare, reliving the kidnapping that happened right before she died. The fear, the hopelessness, the way her captors violated her, and finally, the suffocating pain when they strangled her. Even after it was over, her soul didn’t move on right away. It lingered, haunted by everything she’d lost.

During that time, she discovered things she hadn’t known before. A stranger was the one who found her body and called the police. When the officers arrived, the scene was so horrific they couldn’t even tell who she was. Her attackers hadn’t just assaulted her, they’d slashed her face too. She remembered hearing one of them say her face was too pretty, that it made people hate her. So, they ruined it.

The police never guessed she was Mrs. Adams. After marrying Ethan, Isabella had become a regular in the tabloids thanks to their public arguments. Everyone knew her name. People gossiped that someone like her marrying into the city’s top family was luck she didn’t deserve. They called her ungrateful, said she was always making trouble for Ethan, messing with his mood and his work. The older generation whispered she was a curse, that Ethan’s marrying her would bring bad luck for generations.

But how could she be a good wife to a man who tricked her, who never really loved her? The lies, the betrayal, the constant fights—she’d been too angry and hurt to even try.

Eventually, the police pieced together her identity from her phone and ID they’d found nearby. They contacted her mother to claim her body. But her mother never showed up.

Isabella never figured out if her mom just couldn’t face it or if something happened to her after hearing the news. Either way, she never came.

If Jordan really was behind it, did her mother even survive in the Lane family home? She didn’t know if her mother lived out her days in peace. All she knew was that after she died, her mother never came to see her, not even to claim her body.

While her soul was wandering, Isabella tried to go back to the Lane house to visit her mom, but she couldn’t get in. The spirits guarding the place wouldn’t let her through.

It wasn’t that Isabella didn’t want justice. She just had nothing now. No connections, no power, barely any money. She wasn’t strong enough on her own, and without help, tracking down her killer felt impossible. The world was harsh and unforgiving. Ordinary people had to struggle just to survive. Catching a murderer wasn’t as easy as people on the internet made it sound.

And besides, she had been given a second chance. In this new life, she was still here, still breathing. That made it even harder to figure out who her killer actually was.