After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 1129

Otherwise, the public would tear his father apart for abandoning his oldest son just to please his new wife.

As the firstborn, Jordan had sacrificed everything for The Lane Group and brought in millions of dollars in profit. Would his father really dare to ignore him without offering significant compensation?

"It's late, Nat. You're still weak, so get some sleep. Stop letting it get to you. You know Isabella did that on purpose. The angrier you get, the happier she is."

"We both know how we treated her in the past. Honestly, what she did tonight was letting us off easy."

"I despise her," Natalie spat, her voice thick with venom. "Seeing her act so arrogant makes me sick to my stomach. I curse her every single day. I hope she gets hit by a car, or kidnapped and tortured to death!"

"She only acts so high and mighty because she's pretty. One day, I'm going to carve up her face and ruin her completely. I'll make her hideous!"

Jordan walked over and picked up the pillow she had thrown.

"Enough. You spent so much time plotting against her that you dragged yourself down with her. If you hadn't gone looking for street thugs to do your dirty work, none of this would have happened."

He still blamed her for recklessly contacting the criminal underworld on her own.

Ultimately, it boiled down to the fact that he was deeply bothered by other men having touched her.

When he cheated, he had only slept with one other woman.

But she had slept with several men, making him a complete laughingstock.

That betrayal was a jagged thorn embedded deep in his pride, one that would fester for the rest of his life.

The second he no longer needed the Gates family's backing, he was going to file for divorce.

Natalie immediately clamped her mouth shut.

Meanwhile, outside the hospital, Isabella turned to Harold. "That was amazing. I was exhausted all day, but seeing my enemy crash and burn gave me a total second wind."

"Harold, if I had chosen you from the very beginning, I would have been so incredibly happy right now."

Reaching the car, Harold opened the passenger door for her. Once she slid in, he leaned across to buckle her seatbelt, stealing a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. His eyes were warm with devotion.

"It's not too late. We're going to have a beautiful future together."

Isabella held his gaze for a long moment, before sliding her arms around his neck. Tilting her chin up, her eyes half-closed, she whispered against his mouth, "Kiss me, Harold."

He didn't need to be told twice, eagerly pulling her in.

After a deep, heated kiss that left them breathless, Harold finally stepped back. He shut her door and walked around to slide into the driver's seat.

"Let's go home."

Isabella smiled at him. "Okay."