“Isabella, did something happen to Ethan?” Natalie tried to keep her voice steady, even though she was obviously upset.
“We’re done, Natalie. I don’t know what’s going on with him. Isn’t he off on a business trip?” Isabella barely looked up from her phone.
“I heard from someone that something happened to him,” Natalie pressed, watching Isabella for any reaction.
“Then ask your friend, not me. I don’t have a clue what Ethan’s doing, and honestly, I’m not interested.”
“You really don’t know?”
“I honestly don’t.” Isabella let out a tired sigh. “My days are packed with my own stuff. I don’t have time to worry about Ethan or anyone else. We’re practically strangers now. So, don’t ask me about him anymore. Natalie, I’ve already let go of Ethan. Whether you can keep him or not is up to you. It’s got nothing to do with me. I’m dating Harold now.”
Natalie’s eyes narrowed. “What’s so special about you, Isabella? You leave Ethan and you’ve already snagged Harold. Are they blind or just crazy?”
“Actually, it’s because they see things clearly that they’re with me. Maybe it was you they were blind for. I don’t need you to see what’s good about me, as long as Harold does. When Harold and I get married, I’ll make sure you get an invitation. You saw me become Mrs. Adams and soon, you’ll see me as Mrs. Carter. I guess I have a knack for marrying into wealthy families.”
Natalie’s face twisted with jealousy.
“If you came just to ask about Ethan, Natalie, you can go. I don’t know anything. If there’s nothing else, I’m ending this call.”
Isabella hung up without waiting for a reply. It wasn’t like she and Natalie ever had anything worth talking about anyway.
Natalie stood outside the door, cursing Isabella under her breath until she ran out of steam and stormed off.
From her spot on the balcony, Isabella watched Natalie's car drive away. She stayed out there for a while, sinking into the basket chair, staring out at the city in the soft glow of the night.
A gentle knock broke the silence.
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