Chapter 380 The Most Ruthless Revenge
Isabella pulled up a chair and sat by the bedside.
Unlike James's emotional outburst, Isabella was calm and indifferent.
She looked at James with cold eyes and started to laugh mockingly.
"Feels good seeing you like this, James. Ever regret cheating and betraying me?"
"You vicious woman, I'll sue you. I'm like this because of you," James trembled with anger.
Isabella's sneer deepened. "I didn't harm you. You fell on your own. I'm your wife of eight years. I loved you; I wouldn't hurt you."
She stood and leaned over the bed, her face inches from his, eyes filled with disgust, her smile never wavering. "You didn’t want a divorce. I thought about it. Couples should stick together in tough times. Now that you're paralyzed, I'm your wife, and I'll take care of you," she declared, her voice dripping with saccharine malice.
James felt no gratitude, only fear.
"Get away from me. I want a divorce. I don't want you to take care of me," he said excitedly.
"That's not happening." Isabella leaned close to his ear and said coldly, "I, Isabella, would rather be a widow than divorced. A divorce ruins reputations. If I take care of you, I'll be seen as a good wife. Isn't that great?"
"Isabella, you're dreaming." James's chest heaved with anger. His hands were in casts, and he couldn't move her. He could only glare at her. "I want a divorce. I want you in jail."
"If you keep glaring, I'll gouge your eyes out," Isabella threatened. "James, if you want to live comfortably, you'd better behave. Otherwise, I'll make your life hell. With the Flores family backing me, do you think you can put me in jail?"
James was so angry his face changed color. He used all his strength to hit Isabella, but it hurt his injured hand, making him scream in pain.
Ignoring the pain, he tried to grab Isabella. She stepped back, and he only managed to grab her clothes.
Isabella forcefully pulled his hand away, and a handkerchief from her bag fell out.
It was a handkerchief from Fiorello.
James saw the handkerchief with "Flores" embroidered on it. He immediately realized, "You bitch, no wonder you want a divorce. You're messing around with your cousin's husband. No wonder Fiorello is protecting you. You two are having an affair."
Isabella nervously picked up the handkerchief and dusted it off, cherishing it.
"James, you can't even compare to one of Fiorello's toes. Marrying you was the biggest mistake of my life," Isabella said coldly. "When you get out of the hospital, I'll take you back and take good care of you, to repay you for your betrayal."
"Isabella, don't even think about it. I'd rather die than go with you."
"In your condition, you can't even crawl away," Isabella sneered. "Oh, and one more thing, I sold our house. With you like this, I handled all the paperwork. Your parents can only go back to the old house in the countryside. If you don't follow me, are you going to beg on the streets?"
James's eyes were about to pop out of his head with rage. He roared, "Isabella, you bitch, you have no right to sell the house."
"I also took full control of your funds and stocks. The money you gave to your mistress, I'll get every penny back," Isabella laughed. "It feels so good. All the anger from the past few months is gone. If you can't take it and commit suicide, or die from anger, even better. It would save a lot of trouble."
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