Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 81

He thought she was being unreasonable. He thought she was throwing herself at him.

Even if Selena had done something, Oliver wouldn't tell the truth. And even if he did, Adrian would believe Selena unconditionally.

She had made her desire for a divorce so clear, her stance so firm. Yet, they had twisted it to look like she was playing hard to get.

Of course. From the day she used her heart condition to force this marriage, she was a calculating woman in their eyes. It was her own fault she wasn't believed.

Isabel took a deep breath. She didn't want to argue at old Mrs. Blackwell’s birthday party. Swallowing her anger, she said, “Adrian, I don’t need anything from you anymore. Let’s sign a new divorce agreement. I’ll only take the apartment. I don’t want anything else.”

Adrian didn’t even flinch. “The child is right here, and you’re discussing this? No wonder he runs around saying such things. Isabel, stop trying to control the narrative. We are not re-signing the agreement. Everything will proceed at my pace. If you don’t like it, you can just endure it.”

“...”

Selena chose that moment to intervene. “Adrian, don’t be so harsh.”

Adrian walked over, pulled Selena up from the floor, and motioned for Oliver to follow. The three of them looked like a perfect family as they left together.

Isabel stood alone in the empty lounge. She felt like a mother cat, abandoned in a storm. The tomcat had left as soon as he’d sown his seed. She had worked so hard to raise her kitten, only for him to run off with a dog.

Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

*

Old Mrs. Blackwell saw Adrian return to the main table with Selena and Oliver, but Isabel was nowhere in sight. “Where’s Isabel?” she asked casually.

“None of my concern,” Adrian replied.

Having served old Mrs. Blackwell his entire life, Robert knew she was saying this loud enough for everyone to hear, especially Adrian.

He played along. “Of course. I will help you prepare it.”

Old Mrs. Blackwell seemed to glance at Adrian. Regardless of his expression, her mood lifted considerably. Even the chicken soup in her bowl tasted sweeter.

The other Blackwells didn't dare spoil old Mrs. Blackwell’s mood today. They didn’t care who Isabel married after the divorce, as long as she was no longer associated with their family.

But Mrs. Blackwell always felt the need to say something. Mr. Blackwell stopped her.

Under the tense silence, just as the matter seemed to be over, Adrian suddenly spoke. “She hasn’t even divorced me yet, Grandma. Isn’t it a bit premature to be arranging her next marriage? Everyone here just found out today that she is Mrs. Blackwell, and tomorrow you plan to send her off to the Foster family? Do you want the Blackwell name to become a public joke?”