Isabella paused for a moment before saying, “Ethan gave me the villa we lived in after we got married. He just took his personal stuff and left everything else as it was. He didn’t even touch his collection of fancy wines and teas. He told me they were mine now. We should open a couple of good bottles and have a drink to celebrate my new life.”
“I’m definitely in,” came the reply.
And that was that.
Isabella immediately called Linda and Barbara, inviting them over for dinner that evening. Both of them already had plans, but as soon as they heard Isabella had gotten her divorce certificate and was going to cook for them herself, they said yes without even thinking.
After her call with Isabella, Barbara dialed Harold. At the time, Harold and Ethan were sitting in the café on the ground floor of The Cabinda Hotel. Both had ordered coffee, but neither had taken a sip. They just sat there, staring each other down like they were in some kind of silent standoff.
Harold glanced at his phone and then turned to Ethan. “I need to take this outside.”
“Who’s calling?” Ethan asked.
“Barbara.”
“If it’s Barbara, can’t you just answer here? Or are you two plotting how to steal Isabella from me and you’re scared I’ll hear?” Ethan’s voice was full of sarcasm.
Harold shot back, “Isabella isn’t yours anymore. You two are officially divorced. The divorce certificate is still in your pocket. She’s single now. Anyone can go after her. She’s not your wife anymore.”
Ethan’s face clouded over, but he didn’t have a comeback.
Harold walked out with his phone, not giving Ethan’s words another thought. They weren’t friends anymore. Now they were rivals.
“Barbara,” Harold said, picking up once he was outside.
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