Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 527

Isabel shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I’ve asked everyone I can think of. Every single person.”

“They all just say he went overseas for four years to study.”

“I have no idea what could’ve happened to him to make him change so much. He’s like a stranger now. He even—he even told me…”

She took a shaky breath, the whole thing sounding almost laughable to her.

“He told me Jamie is dead. That now he’s Mr. Nelson.”

“Isn’t that ridiculous? He’s standing right there, alive and breathing, and he tells me he’s dead. But he’s still him…”

Her voice broke, and the tears finally spilled over, unstoppable.

Emmy’s chest tightened. She hurriedly pulled a tissue from her pocket and handed it over.

“Thanks,” Isabel whispered, dabbing at her eyes.

She looked at Emmy, guilt flickering in her gaze. “Emmy, I’m sorry. I lied to you.”

“I’m not actually Mr. Nelson’s wife.”

“That day when everyone misunderstood, I didn’t explain because… I just couldn’t let it go.”

“I waited for him for so many years. How could he—how could he marry someone else behind my back?”

Emmy gently patted Isabel’s shoulder. Her voice was soft and warm. “I get it, Isabel. I really do.”

“I’ve been betrayed before too. I know what it feels like—not just the heartbreak, but the confusion.”

“But sometimes, you have to let yourself move on. Holding onto the past only hurts you, not anyone else.”

“Look, there are so many guys out there. The world’s huge. Why hang yourself on a tree that’s already dead and withered?”

“Yeah, cutting out the rotten part hurts, but it’s better than letting it rot and ruin you.”

“Trust me, the next one will be better.”

But Isabel just shook her head, a bitter little smile on her lips.

“Emmy, I’m not like you. I can’t just move on.”

“And honestly… I don’t think there’s anyone out there who could ever be better than him.”

Emmy saw the stubborn pain in Isabel’s eyes and suddenly didn’t know what to say. Every word of comfort got stuck in her throat.

She just quietly went back to her seat and picked up her cue stick again.

After a moment, Isabel’s voice floated over. “You probably think I’m being dramatic, don’t you?”

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