Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 66

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't it because you just had a kidney donation surgery and your health wasn't good, forcing you to abort?"

Isabella’s face twisted into a dark, cryptic smile. "You really are full of yourself."

"Nathan, the real reason is... she’s your child. I hate that she carries your filthy blood. I’m afraid that her genes might carry your bad traits... and I fear that because of her, I’ll never be able to get rid of you—this pile of shit."

Nathan felt a cold sweat break out all over his back, and Isabella’s resolute words shattered all of his delusions. His voice trembled uncontrollably. "Isabella, so you’ve hated me this deeply... for so long?"

"If you weren’t so full of yourself, you’d have realized long ago that I have no feelings left for you."

Nathan’s breath hitched. His mind seemed to be suffocating, and for a moment, he couldn’t process her words.

"Isabella... I only took one of your kidneys. And you willingly donated it. You can’t blame me."

Isabella was silent for a moment before replying coldly, "Nathan, I don’t blame you, I blame myself. I was blind and ignorant, unable to see through your fake marriage."

The word "fake" slammed Nathan’s pride to the ground. He never expected that in her eyes, he was such a despicable person.

Nathan hurriedly explained, "Isabella, you really misunderstood me. I married you with sincere feelings. As long as you don’t initiate the divorce, you will always be my Mrs. Hill... my promise will stand forever."

"Mrs. Hill?" Isabella scoffed. "The Mrs. Hill who has become the laughingstock of Capital. Holding the title of the Hill family’s young mistress, but without the wealth and luxury, unable to share a bed with her husband, and even needing to ask your assistant for money when sick. Nathan, did you really treat me as your wife?"

Nathan’s face alternated between pale and green.

"Bella, I didn’t think this through. From now on, I’ll give you a bank card, and give you a monthly allowance. You won’t have to keep asking your assistant for money..."

"Nathan, it’s too late." She paused before adding more sharply, "You know, being entangled with someone you don’t love is such a frustrating thing."

Nathan felt as though all the energy had drained from his limbs, but he steeled his resolve and said, "Isabella, we’re not getting a divorce. I’m willing to make it up to you…"

Isabella’s eyes glistened with tears of blood. "Nathan, I’ll make you beg me for a divorce."

With that, Isabella hung up the phone.

What a joke. Nathan was her enemy. How could she possibly agree to reconcile and help his company out of trouble?

A wicked, seductive smile spread across Isabella’s face as she opened her computer. She combined her and Nathan’s divorce story with videos and photos, and uploaded them to her social media. Beneath the images, she wrote: "A rotten marriage that should have ended long ago…"

After a brief pause, she clicked "send."

Then she turned off her phone, climbed into bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

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The Hill Family.

Nathan had actually spent the night restless, unable to sleep, and by the afternoon, he was still in bed. He was awoken abruptly by a slap across his face.

He opened his eyes to see his family gathered around his bed, each of them with a stern expression.

Nathan furrowed his brow in confusion. "Why are you all here?"

"Ah, Nathan, how can you still be sleeping? Don’t you know that the sky is about to collapse?" Mrs. Hill’s face was filled with panic.

"What happened?" Nathan sensed a foreboding feeling from Mrs. Hill’s anxiety.