After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 643

He couldn't get a single word out. All he could do was watch as she walked inside and shut the door right in front of him. It felt just like she was slamming the door on her heart.

Not that long ago, this was his home. He was the one who belonged here. Not that long ago, he was the man she loved most, her husband. Now, he was neither.

“Ethan, why are you out here already? Why didn’t you stay and talk to Isabella a bit longer?” Susan’s voice was gentle, full of worry.

Ethan stared at the ground and mumbled, “Susan, Isabella doesn’t want me anymore. She told me to leave.”

Susan went quiet for a second, then let out a soft sigh. “Ethan, let’s just go home for now.”

He stood there for a long time, gazing at the house he’d lived in for years, before finally turning and heading to his car. On the drive back, he didn’t say a word.

As for the drugging incident, things didn’t end up as dramatic as they could have. In the end, Sophia and Natalie were both detained for a bit, fined, and forced to make a public apology to Isabella.

It wasn’t that Isabella didn’t want to take it further, but Natalie stuck to her story, claiming she’d just talked about it and that Sophia was the one truly behind it. Sure, Natalie bought the drug, but she insisted Sophia told her to. Sophia, meanwhile, insisted she only meant to embarrass Isabella, not actually hurt anyone. Even though she put the drug in the coffee at the shop, she said no innocent customers were affected. She claimed she just wanted to make Isabella look bad, never to actually harm anyone.

Since nothing terrible had happened, and the only real victim was Ethan—and he chose to forgive them—the whole thing pretty much ended there.

Ethan knew he’d let Isabella down again because of the whole drugging mess, so he kept his distance for a few days. But when he heard that Harold was “accidentally” running into Isabella almost every single day, he couldn’t take it anymore.

So on Monday morning, Ethan was already standing at the gate bright and early. He had a huge bouquet of roses in one arm, fancy skincare bags in the other, and a lunchbox packed with breakfast that he’d asked Susan to make just for Isabella.

For the past few mornings, Harold had been waiting at the street corner, timing things so he could “bump into” Isabella and walk with her. He’d even pretend his car broke down after just a few minutes of driving. Then he’d call his butler to tow the car and shamelessly hop into Isabella’s car, asking her for a ride to work.

Only someone as trusting as Isabella wouldn’t be suspicious of any of it.