Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 12

But Nicole had sent something completely different.

It was an invitation to her engagement party next Wednesday.

"Those cheating bastards. Finally making it official."

Isabelle stared at the words on her screen and felt her eyes start to burn.

"Don't cry. Don't you dare cry." She forced the tears back down.

They'd been screwing around behind her back, and now they wanted her there to watch them celebrate? How shameless could they get?

She typed back, "Congrats! Who's the lucky guy? This is so sudden. You never mentioned anyone."

Isabelle wanted to make Nicole squirm a little, but the response was maddeningly vague.

Nicole sent, "You know him too. You'll find out soon enough."

Of course she knew.

But Gary was still playing the coward, refusing to come clean with Isabelle and choosing to keep stringing her along instead.

Some people really had no shame.

After wiping away her tears, she casually opened the car's camera feed on her phone.

Sure enough, those two cheaters were sitting right there in her car.

A harsh laugh escaped her lips. Turning the phone volume all the way up, she set it on the kitchen counter and started making dinner.

They kept arguing. Gary wanted Nicole to get rid of the baby, and Nicole refused point-blank.

Gary admitted that he and Nicole were just friends with benefits, that they used each other for sex, but what he had with Isabelle was real. That's why he wouldn't agree to marriage or show up to any engagement party.

That part actually surprised her. For a second, she almost believed Gary actually loved her.

The thought made her laugh coldly, and suddenly she had no appetite for dinner anymore. Pushing everything aside, she glanced around the apartment she'd only rented a year ago and let out a long sigh.

Time to move.

Gary would definitely agree to the arranged marriage. She knew that much. And he wouldn't let her go easily either.

He loved her, in his own way. It was real love, sure, but it was cheap.

She didn't want to deal with anyone's drama anymore. Fine, then. Let those two have each other.

The next day, Gary brought the car back and came straight to Isabelle's apartment.

The moment he walked through the door, he spotted the men's suit jacket draped over the couch.

"Isabelle, whose jacket is..." Gary set the car keys down on the table.

The jacket was clearly expensive, but Isabelle wasn't the type who cheated.

He'd always admired her beauty, her intelligence, that natural magnetism she had.

"Exactly what it looks like. I'm seeing someone else. We're done." Isabelle cut straight to the point without wasting words. That had always been her style.

Gary froze. "Isabelle..."

He wanted to know if this was because of Nicole, but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud.

"Is there something else? If not, you can go." She didn't even glance in his direction.

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