After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 48

“As they say, the more you do something, the better you get at it. She’s done it so many times, she has to be good by now.”

Isabella Lane really was treated like the family maid in the Lane house. The difference was, a maid got paid. She didn’t. She was the free help, and somehow always the one who got the worst of it. If Jordan Lane was home, he’d make her wait on him hand and foot, barking orders, finding fault with everything, and yelling if she messed up.

Things only started to look up after Isabella got a job and moved out. Renting her own place gave her two years of peace, finally putting some distance between her and the Lane family. But then Ethan showed up, chasing after her, and just like that, she was dragged right back into Jordan Lane’s spiteful orbit.

Ethan wanted to marry her. Jordan fought with him more than once, and right in front of Isabella, he’d say she wasn’t even fit to carry Ethan’s shoes. Ethan didn’t care. He insisted on marrying her and gave her a wedding that was the talk of the town. At least now, whenever she returned to the Lane home, she was treated like a guest of honor. Even Jordan couldn’t get away with bullying her anymore.

“So, Isabella, how about you whip something up for us? Let’s see if you’re as good in the kitchen as they say,” one of the girls said, grinning.

Sophia rolled her eyes. “My mom doesn’t even recognize her as family. She’s not allowed inside the Adams Estate.”

“If you haven’t set foot in the Adams Estate, you can’t call yourself Mrs. Adams. She’s just a little fling for Ethan, something new he’ll get bored of soon,” another girl chimed in.

Isabella didn’t react to their jabs or provocations. She wasn’t mad. She wasn’t about to get up and pour them drinks, and she definitely wasn’t going to cook for them. Why should she? She wasn’t their maid, and she wasn’t about to let them order her around.

She set her bag down, walked over to pour herself a glass of warm water, and took a few sips. Then she made herself comfortable on the sofa, pulled out her phone, and texted Ethan. Where are you?

He took a while to reply.

Backyard. In the pavilion.

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