After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 591

Both of them looked like they’d just gone twelve rounds with each other. Their faces were a mess, swollen and bruised. For some reason, they kept aiming for each other’s faces, almost like they both believed the other’s good looks were what Isabella liked most. So they went for the face, over and over, until neither of them looked remotely handsome anymore.

Isabella tried knocking. No answer. The doorbell didn’t help either.

Finally, she pulled out her phone and called Ethan.

Inside, Ethan had Harold pinned to the floor. When his phone buzzed, he shot Harold a glare and muttered, “It’s Isabella.”

“I can hear, you know,” Harold replied, rolling his eyes.

“Let me up. Let’s call a truce for now,” Harold said, trying to wriggle free.

Ethan’s voice was thick with resentment. “I thought you were my brother. How could you go after my wife?”

“You’re the one who doesn’t love her. You two are divorced. I have every right to like her,” Harold shot back.

“I never wanted the divorce. I’ve said it a million times. When I married Isabella, I meant it for life. This divorce is just temporary. I’m going to win her back and marry her again.”

Harold just snorted. “Try it, then. But you’re divorced. That means I get to chase her too. May the best man win.”

Ethan’s jaw tightened. “There’s nothing fair about this competition.”

A smirk tugged at Harold’s lips. “You’re scared, aren’t you? You know how much you’ve hurt Isabella. You know you might lose. That’s why you don’t want to play fair.”

Ethan hated to admit it, but Harold was right. He was scared.

Harold nodded toward the phone. “Answer Isabella’s call already. Let me up. Why isn’t she calling me?”

Ethan finally let go, but not before giving Harold a quick kick. Harold scrambled up and kicked him twice in return.

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