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.


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