The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 243

**TITLE: Arrived 243**
**Chapter 243 A Different New Year**

“Because I’ve been investing everything I have into him, using the Monroe family’s resources! I’ve sacrificed so much for him. I love him more than you ever could, care for him more deeply than you do! So tell me—why does he still seem to prefer you?”

Isabelle lay in the sterile confines of the hospital room, the stark white walls closing in around her. Days had dragged on, and Nathaniel’s absence felt like a heavy weight pressing down on her chest. She had come to terms with the painful truth: his affection for her had waned long ago. Yet, the realization still sliced through her, leaving her raw and exposed.

As she caught sight of Estella, a surge of emotions threatened to spill over. All the hurt she had bottled up inside her wanted to erupt like a volcano, and Estella seemed the perfect target for her anguish.

Estella regarded her with an unsettling calmness, her eyes reflecting a mix of sympathy and confusion.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, Estella finally exhaled slowly, her voice steady. “Isabelle, I still can’t wrap my head around this. Given all the privileges you were born into, why haven’t you harnessed the Monroe family’s wealth to forge your own path? Why waste it all on Nathaniel?”

Isabelle’s heart raced, her mind reeling as she processed Estella’s words. “What did you just say?” she stammered, momentarily paralyzed by disbelief.

Estella pressed on, her tone unwavering. “If you truly wanted him, you should have retained some of that power for yourself. Once the Hartwell Group flourished, you became dispensable to him. You should have focused on building your own career, making yourself indispensable, so he couldn’t just walk away. That was the only way to secure your place.”

Isabelle felt her teeth grind together, fury igniting within her. “You think you can lecture me? You believe all I’ve done for him is a joke? You think I’m foolish? That I’m laughable?”

She longed to lash out, to unleash the storm of her emotions, but the agony coursing through her battered body rendered her powerless. Desperation clawed at her insides, urging her to lash out in some way, to reclaim a sense of control.

Estella remained unfazed, her gaze steady and unyielding. “Men are not necessities, Isabelle. To destroy yourself for one? There’s no saving you from that. Achieving something for yourself is far more valuable than propping up a man, making him successful, and then settling for the role of his wife.”

Without waiting for a response, Estella turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Isabelle to stew in her own tumultuous thoughts.

In her own marriage, Estella had once believed Nathaniel was the one blinded by love, sacrificing everything for Isabelle until he was left with nothing. Now, however, she recognized the painful truth: it was Isabelle who was truly lost in her own delusions, wrecking herself for a man who had already moved on.

Both of them had been chasing shadows, longing for something that had slipped through their fingers long ago. In that regard, they were indeed a perfect match.

…

Jonathan’s voice broke through Estella’s reverie as he called to check if she had picked up Victoria.

“No, she won’t be joining us for New Year’s this year,” Estella replied, a hint of relief washing over her.

Instantly, Jonathan’s spirits lifted, a smile breaking across his face.

This year, it would be just the two of them, and the thought filled him with warmth.

He suggested they head out to buy groceries for their New Year’s dinner, and Estella’s heart swelled with excitement. “That sounds perfect!” she exclaimed, her eyes shining with enthusiasm.

Upon arriving at the bustling neighborhood market, they stumbled upon Harry and Selene, who were clad in matching couple’s outfits, a sight that made Estella chuckle.

Selene’s expression was fraught with annoyance as she chastised Harry. “I told you to pay attention to your appearance! Stop wearing those slippers—at least put on some sneakers!”

Harry, unfazed, replied with a lazy grin, “We’re just stepping out to grab groceries. Do I really need to look like I’m going to a fashion show? Is that necessary?”

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