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After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 557

He really was something else. Watching his own wife hang on to Ethan like that... Did Jordan seriously not notice? Even if Ethan and Natalie never crossed any lines, Jordan had to know Natalie had feelings for Ethan. Was he really that indifferent?

Isabella doubted it. Jordan was just putting up with it, probably for the sake of The Lane Group. If things soured between him and Ethan, and The Adams Group cut business ties, The Lane Group would take a huge hit.

Men always seemed to care more about their careers and ambitions. To Jordan, Natalie was just his best asset for making money.

A voice came from inside, calling their number. It was finally their turn.

She turned to Ethan. “That’s us.” Without waiting for anyone, Isabella headed in.

“Isabella, Isabella.” Natalie called her name twice but didn’t follow.

Isabella never looked back. Natalie turned to Ethan with a pleading look. “Ethan, I’m honestly here to talk some sense into you. Remember how hard you fought with your family just to marry her? You finally got everyone’s approval. Now, after just a few months, you’re getting divorced? Doesn’t that make everything you went through pointless?”

“If you go back and refuse to sign the divorce, she can’t do anything. Even if she takes you to court, as long as you say you still have feelings, the judge won’t grant the divorce.”

Ethan didn’t reply. He just walked in after Isabella.

As soon as Ethan’s figure disappeared, Natalie grinned. Ethan and Isabella were really getting divorced... and she got to witness the whole thing.

She allowed herself a secret little laugh, then followed them inside, putting on a show like she still wanted to stop the divorce.

But Ethan and Isabella were already starting the paperwork.

The clerk looked at both of them. “Are you absolutely sure you want this divorce?”

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