Chapter 36 To Be Played
Isabella's words didn't fully convince Ava, but she couldn't deny that Alexander truly cared about Isabella. He'd drop everything, even his wife, at Isabella's call. This alone proved that her marriage to Alexander over the past year was nothing but a sham.
It hurt, it really hurt!
"Ava, don't feel bad. Alexander's a good guy, and it's easy for women to fantasize about him. It's good you're seeing reality now. You can find someone who suits you. After all, your background isn't great. It's only because of your parents' influence that you got the chance to marry Alexander. Otherwise, how could the Mitchell family ever consider you? Knowing your place helps you live better." Isabella's tone was as gentle as could be, but every word was a dagger, cutting deep.
Isabella stood like a victorious queen, crushing Ava beneath her heel, leaving her no room to rise.
Yes, Ava almost forgot. Isabella's background, though not as prestigious as the Mitchell family, still made her a daughter of a prominent family.
Ava struggled to keep her composure. She bit her lip and said, "Miss Harrington, you might be overthinking. I've known Alexander for ten years. Do you think I don't know what kind of man he is? He made it clear before we got married that ours was a contractual marriage. Do you know what I'll get after the divorce? I'm not as pitiful as you think."
Isabella's worried expression turned into a smile upon hearing Ava's words. "Really? You're not pitiful being with Alexander?"
"He's an excellent man. This year of marriage gave me everything but love. I didn't lose out."
Isabella squinted, about to say something, but her gaze shifted, and she suddenly looked at Ava with tear-filled eyes. "Ava, are you saying you won't be sad about divorcing Alexander? You don't care about him at all?"
Ava's nails dug into her palms, the pain almost unbearable, but she forced herself to say, "That's right. I don't care."
"So, I was overthinking, worrying about you for nothing. How foolish of me." Isabella clutched her chest, sighing repeatedly.
Seeing Isabella's frail appearance, Ava frowned. "Miss Harrington, you don't need to worry about me. Take care of your health, assuming what you said is true."
Isabella's brow furrowed. "What do you mean by that?"
Ava recalled seeing Isabella at a restaurant with some people who seemed like friends or perhaps something else. Isabella looked radiant and full of life, not like someone with a single lung and heart problems.
Of course, Ava couldn't be sure without evidence, so she didn't say it outright.
"You don't need to care what I mean. After all, your health is poor, isn't it?"
Isabella sensed something was off. "Ava, that's a cruel thing to say. Don't think I can't tell you're implying I'm faking it. If you don't believe me, I can show you my scars."
Isabella clutched her chest and stood up from the sofa, but as soon as she did, she cried out and collapsed weakly to the floor.
"Isabella." A tall figure rushed over, scooping Isabella into his arms, his voice filled with concern. "Isabella, are you okay?"
Isabella's face was already streaked with tears. "Alexander, I'm fine. Did you finish your meeting?"
Ava didn't know when Alexander had returned, but considering Isabella's sudden act, he might have been standing behind her the whole time.
Isabella was truly cunning, a master of deception.
Alexander helped Isabella back to the sofa, then turned to Ava with a cold, piercing gaze. "I asked you to look after Isabella, but you deliberately targeted her. I was gone for just a moment, and you dared to act like this. I can't imagine what you do behind my back."
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