Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 117

They stood deadlocked in the foyer.

Martha tried to say something to mediate.

But then she saw Adrian move.

He bent down, forcibly took off her shoes, and tried to put slippers on her feet.

Only then did he realize her usual pair wasn't in the shoe cabinet, so he gave her his own.

He put on a pair of disposable ones.

Isabel felt not a shred of affection for this version of Adrian.

She struggled fiercely, refusing to take a single step further into the house.

But with both her hands restrained, she was wary of injuring her right hand again.

Her only option was to use her feet.

But the slippers were far too large, and she nearly stumbled with every movement.

Before she could react, he swept her up into his arms.

"..."

Isabel's first reaction wasn't joy.

She wasn't happy that something she had long wished for had finally happened.

It was rage.

Her freed hands rained blows down on Adrian's body.

The man's handsome face took several more slaps.

By the time he dropped her next to Oliver's bed, red finger marks were visible on his skin.

Isabel smiled.

Adrian had never looked so pathetic.

She didn't bother to hide her satisfaction.

The sight startled Oliver, who had been sulking in his room.

He couldn't understand why Isabel was here.

Nor could he understand why his mother was smiling so happily after hitting his father.

She was laughing so hard that tears streamed from her eyes.

Adrian’s face was its usual mask of cold indifference.

"Had your laugh?"

Isabel immediately wiped the smile from her face and tried to walk past him to leave.

He grabbed her again.

She was so frustrated, so angry, that she opened her mouth and bit down hard on his wrist.

She used all her strength.

The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth and nose.

The man’s brow twitched slightly, but he let her bite without loosening his grip.

Suddenly, Isabel felt completely drained.

Back then, she was heartbroken and tried to reason with him.

But he wouldn't listen. He thought she was targeting Selena, that she hated Selena, and so he began to distance himself from her.

She had accepted it.

What else could she do when her own son was like this?

She continued to dote on him, continued to hope that Adrian would spare her a glance, that one day he might fall in love with her.

It was all a fantasy.

And now, they were blaming her for everything?

When would this father and son ever understand?

What she wanted was for them to stand by her side unconditionally, to show her the same boundless favorit-ism they showed Selena.

Forget it.

They would probably never understand.

Because she was not someone they would ever care about or favor.

"Mr. Blackwell, when can we get a divorce?"

After a long silence, Adrian saw the solemn, sorrowful look on her face and assumed she was concerned about Oliver.

But when she finally spoke, her first words were still about divorce.

"How far are you going to take this?"

Adrian's voice was frigid. "Will you only be satisfied when we're a laughingstock for the entire world?"