Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 46

Oliver was instantly displeased and was about to chase after her when a pair of long legs strode past him.

Isabel was looking down at her phone, booking a ride-share.

Distracted, she walked straight into a solid chest and was forced to a halt.

She looked up, meeting the man's cold, dark eyes.

She didn't know why Adrian was blocking her way, nor did she care to find out.

Since he was here, she brought up the matter of the herb garden.

"Isn't your behavior a bit petty, Mr. Blackwell? Last night was my fault. If you have a problem, take it up with me. Don't go after innocent people. It's beneath you."

Adrian's aura turned colder. "Do you want to continue your partnership with Henry's herb garden?"

Isabel sensed a trap in his next words. "No."

As if he hadn't heard her, Adrian continued, "Stay here tonight. Take Oliver to school tomorrow, and the partnership can continue."

Isabel didn't want to talk anymore.

Worst case, she'd just grow the herbs for Dylan herself.

She switched the topic back to the divorce. "Name your terms, Mr. Blackwell. What will it take for you to grant a divorce?"

"You used your mother’s heart to force me into this marriage, and now you're using your hand to force me into a divorce," Adrian's voice was like ice. "Isabel, your methods are as despicable as ever."

"..."

Isabel felt it was impossible to reason with him.

She didn't even want to look at his face anymore.

How could the person she once longed to see, the one she thought about constantly, the man she'd exhausted every trick to get a few words from, now be so utterly repulsive to her?

She had said everything she could.

She had made her intentions crystal clear.

Yet he clung to this one point, refusing to let go.

At this moment, Isabel was truly exhausted.

She took a deep breath, her voice calm. "I'm not forcing you to divorce me, Mr. Blackwell. I'm trying to discuss it with you, because I know you want a divorce too. If you don't like me bringing it up, then you do it. You draft the agreement. If you don't want to give me any assets, I'll accept that. Everything can be on your terms. When you're ready, just let me know, and I'll be there to sign the papers. Is that acceptable?"

Adrian was only wearing a black dress shirt, and the December air was cold.

Isabel yanked her arm free. "Then where am I..."

"You'll stay in the master bedroom."

"???"

Isabel felt like she was seeing a ghost. In six years of marriage, she had never once been allowed to stay in the master bedroom.

Even in the first two years when Adrian rarely came home, she had stayed in the guest room.

She would clean the master bedroom every day, just in case he made a surprise return.

What was he talking about now?

"If there's nowhere for me to stay, then I'll leave. I'll come back in the morning to take Oliver to school."

Adrian blocked her path. "Your place is a two or three-hour round trip from here. If you go back now, you'll have to turn around and come back before you've even had any sleep."

"Then I won't sleep!" Isabel snapped, pushing past him and heading downstairs.

A derisive scoff came from behind her. "You used to be so eager to climb into my bed. Why the sudden act of purity?"

"..."