Chapter 1022 Provocation
Isabella was just waiting for the bus when a flashy car zoomed by, making her jump back in surprise.
The window of the yellow Porsche rolled down slowly, revealing a face with perfect makeup.
Seeing that overly done-up face, Isabella couldn't help but frown. She thought, 'Great, just my luck to run into her.'
Bronte glanced at Isabella, who was dressed in an off-white suit, and noticed the resume in her hand. She couldn't resist a snarky comment, "What’s this? The CEO’s wife on the job hunt now?"
"None of your business!" Isabella snapped back, turning to leave.
But Bronte wasn’t done. She called after her, "I heard you moved out of Leon’s place. Getting a divorce? Wow, I thought you’d cling to him forever. Guess I underestimated you!"
Isabella didn’t want to argue, but she wasn’t about to let Bronte get away with that. She turned back, eyes cold, and said, "You’ve always wanted to be Mrs. Johnson, right? Well, here’s your chance. But just because I don’t want the title doesn’t mean you’ll get it. Leon’s probably just playing you; he never planned to marry you."
Bronte’s face twisted in anger. "You’re just a loser trying to save face. Don’t worry, once you and Leon are divorced, I’ll send you a wedding invite. Hope you have the guts to show up!"
"Talk to me when you actually marry him. I’ve got better things to do," Isabella shot back, ready to leave.
Bronte, not missing a beat, smirked and twirled her hair. "That day’s coming soon. Leon and I have dinner plans tonight. Too bad you’ll be alone in your empty house. Must suck, huh?"
Isabella clenched her resume tighter, her voice icy. "I’m still married to Leon. Being with him now just makes you a shameless mistress. Only someone as low as you would brag about that. I feel sorry for your family and your so-called education."
With that, Isabella didn’t wait for a response and walked away quickly.
She wasn’t afraid of arguing but didn’t want to hear more hurtful words. She hadn’t seen Bronte and Leon together, but she was sure they were having an affair. Dinner tonight? Probably. Spending the night? Maybe.
Leon had been sending things over since she moved out, but he never showed up. Was he feeling guilty? Or just didn’t care enough to explain and wanted to keep seeing Bronte?
Isabella's head was pounding, her chest ached from engorgement, and her heart felt like it was breaking.
Weaning wasn't just tough on the baby; it was pure torture for the mom too.
That evening, Milo wouldn't stop crying. Thankfully, Kathy, who had tons of experience with kids, managed to calm him down a bit, but his cries from the next room still tore at Isabella's heart.
On top of that, she was in agony, trying to decide which company to join while dealing with the pain of engorgement.
Engorgement was the worst; nothing seemed to help.
And with Milo's cries echoing from the next room, Isabella was restless and heartbroken for her little one.
Just then, her phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message.
She glanced at the time; it was past ten. She'd forgotten to set her phone to Do Not Disturb, something she usually did to avoid waking Milo.
Curious, she picked up her phone and opened WhatsApp.
To her surprise, the message was from Leon, making her heart skip a beat.
Leon hadn't messaged her in days.
She couldn't help but wonder, 'What’s up with him tonight? What kind of message is he sending at this hour?'
She opened the message, and her heart sank.
A photo popped up on her screen.
Her hand trembled, and she almost dropped the phone.
The photo showed a fancy hotel room with a big bed. A man, shirtless and covered with a white blanket from the waist down, lay there with his eyes half-closed, looking asleep.
In his arms was a beautiful woman with long curly hair, big hoop earrings, perfect makeup, wrapped in a towel, showing off her shoulders, with a seductive look and a blush on her face.
The bed was a mess, with women's underwear scattered on the bedside table. The scene was scandalous, enough to make anyone blush and their heart race.
Isabella's eyes were glued to the faces of Leon and Bronte. Her mind went blank, her blood boiled, and her chest ached even more.
She couldn't understand why Leon would send her such a photo. Was he trying to make her give up, or had he already agreed to the divorce? After the initial shock, Isabella was furious.
Even if he didn't care about her feelings, she was still the mother of his son. Didn't he care about Milo at all?
Isabella had wanted a dignified divorce to avoid seeing such painful scenes in the future. But here it was, right in her face.
Her hands were shaking, not knowing how to respond. All her previous strength seemed to vanish.
At that moment, she realized she was just a fragile woman after all.
While she was still reeling, another message came in on WhatsApp, this time in text.
Bronte: [Leon is tired and just fell asleep. Sending you a pic so you don't worry. I'll take good care of him. You just focus on your baby.]
Those words were like a slap in the face.
Seeing them, Isabella was livid.
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