Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 118

Isabel wanted to say yes, but before she could, the man continued, "Or are you in such a rush to divorce so you can marry someone else?"

The matter of marrying Julian hadn't been publicized.

Isabel knew she had to settle the divorce cleanly first, or it would only create more complications.

But on second thought, if he was able to corner her at Evergreen Ridge Estate, he must have overheard what Julian said before he left.

Isabel didn't bother explaining. "Once I'm divorced, who I marry is none of Mr. Blackwell's business."

The man remained cold. "You may have no shame, but the Blackwell family does. If this blows up, do you really think you'll be able to live in peace?"

Isabel suddenly laughed.

She laughed at how pathetic, how pitiful she was.

How much time she had wasted on him.

How she had nearly lost her precious right hand because of him.

Her emotions, her expressions, none of it had created the slightest ripple in him.

Even at this point, he hadn't listened to a single word she'd said.

He still believed she was just throwing a tantrum.

Yes.

She had been love-struck.

She had considered him more important than anything.

Sometimes, even more important than Oliver.

So, she had no one to blame for how things had turned out.

She deserved it.

"I'll say this one last time, Mr. Blackwell. The divorce is my request, a very serious request. I am perfectly calm right now. I am not throwing a tantrum. I genuinely, sincerely, with every fiber of my being, want to divorce you."

Her words hung in the air.

The room fell into a long silence.

Oliver leaned over the edge of his bed, watching them.

"I don't want custody."

"It's not something you can just refuse."

Isabel closed her eyes, trying to keep her temper in check. "Then let's sign a new divorce agreement. Give me custody, and I'll take him with me after the divorce. I'll take care of him."

"No!" Oliver refused outright. "I want to be with Dad."

Isabel had expected this. "A five-year-old child has the right to choose. Since he chooses to be with his father, you'll have to be the one to raise him, Mr. Blackwell."

"We're not divorced yet," Adrian sidestepped her point, stating flatly, "You are still his mother, both emotionally and legally."

Isabel was exhausted. She didn't want to argue anymore.

"You just want me to stay, don't you? Fine. I'll stay for the night."

Adrian's brow slowly relaxed.

But in the next second, it tightened again.

"Perfect. We can leave from here tomorrow and go to City Hall together."