Chapter 461

'There's someone else?' Isabella was completely baffled.

Besides Bianca, who else could be causing trouble between her and Michael?

For so many years, she had secretly loved Michael. Even after three years of marriage, Bianca's presence had always loomed over their relationship.

But who was this other person Michael was talking about?

Seeing Isabella's confusion, Michael sighed and revealed the name.

"It's Nolan! Ever since Nolan came back, you've been all about him. Plus, with Nolan's subtle hints, I've always thought you were in love with him. I wanted to let go because I couldn't stand seeing you in pain, loving someone you couldn't be with."

If it weren't for Grandpa accidentally spilling the beans yesterday, Michael might never have known.

Isabella was speechless.

What was he thinking?

If she really liked Nolan, she would have chosen him from the start.

Why would she have fought with her grandfather for so long just to marry Michael?

Even though she had a good relationship with Nolan over the years, every conversation they had was always about her and Michael.

And yet Michael, the CEO of the Brown Group who handled complex business matters with such skill, could be incredibly immature when it came to relationships.

As she sighed in frustration, Michael's large hand, which had been holding hers, suddenly tightened and pulled her into his arms.

Michael's deep eyes gazed at her with infatuation.

"Isabella, you're right. Saying some things out loud does make it easier. If it weren't for this dream, I might never have had the chance to say them. You have no idea how much I've missed you."

Isabella pressed her lips together, trying to suppress the fluttering in her heart.

Michael's eyes were filled with intense love, something she had longed for but never received for over a decade.

And now, she had it.

It was something she never expected.

She never thought she would hold such a place in Michael's heart, a place of deep love.

Maybe this really was a dream.

Not just for Michael, but for her too.

If Michael had said these things while sober, she might not have believed him. But he said it while drunk, leaving her no choice but to believe.

A part of her heart felt suddenly filled.

This was the outcome she had hoped for, but it wasn't what she wanted now.

Because it was all too late.

Even if she knew Michael's feelings now, what difference did it make?

They had officially divorced yesterday.

It was over.

"Michael, this is a dream. When you wake up, you'll forget everything that happened. I won't bother you anymore."

Isabella's voice was calm as she spoke.

They were both adults and had to take responsibility for their actions.

Hearing that Isabella wouldn't come back, Michael panicked.

He held her tightly, not letting her go.

"No! Isabella, don't go. I'll tell you anything you want to hear, just don't leave me."

Michael's eyes were red, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly, not daring to let go.

"Isabella, you can't do this to me. You promised to stay with me forever. Have you forgotten?"

His voice was hoarse, his eyes bloodshot.

Isabella felt just as bad.

She had waited over a decade for his love, and now she had to cut it off herself. Did he think it didn't hurt her?

Every event from the past was etched in her heart. She couldn't pretend they never happened.

She had given him one last chance at the hospital.

She had asked him why he saved her.

But he had refused to answer.

"Michael, you're not the only one who suffered in this relationship. Don't forget, you were the one who asked for the divorce!"

Isabella's voice was cold and decisive.

Her chest was filled with anger.

He knew she hated being deceived, yet he lied to her again and again.

If he had said he didn't have feelings for her, she wouldn't have shed a tear over the divorce.

But now he told her he loved her, yet still wanted a divorce, causing her immense pain.

This made her hate him even more!

Was it fun to play with her like this?

Michael's eyes dimmed instantly at her words.

Yes.

He had rejected Isabella first. What right did he have to ask for her forgiveness?

"You're right. I did ask Thomas for the divorce."

Michael lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Isabella.

"Good. Since we're divorced, talking about love is meaningless. Michael, stop deceiving yourself. This dream should end."

Isabella pushed Michael's hands off her and stood up to leave.

But the next second, she was pulled into a tight embrace.

Michael's voice came from behind her, "Isabella, this is my dream. If I don't let you go, you can't leave."

"Michael, let go."

"I won't. I finally dreamed of you. I won't let you go."

The smell of alcohol grew stronger as Michael leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck with unexpected force. Isabella gasped at the sharp sensation.

"Michael, what are you doing? Are you biting me?"

She trembled as he continued, the mixture of pain and strange tingling overwhelming her senses.

His voice was low and possessive. "Call me whatever you want, but tonight, you're mine. No one can take you away from me."

With a ripping sound, Isabella's dress was torn.

"Michael!" she exclaimed, alarmed. "Stop it!"

Instead of answering, Michael captured her mouth in a demanding kiss that stole her breath.

Before she could react, his arms encircled her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the sofa and pinning her beneath him, cutting off any chance of escape.

"Michael. This isn't a dream. Wake up and let me go."

With the person he loved in his arms, Michael couldn't hear a word, his mind clouded by alcohol, wanting only to kiss her.

Her lips were ravaged by his kisses, and Isabella's eyes widened, "Michael, stop it."

She used all her strength to push him away, but before she could, Michael groaned in pain.

He clutched his chest, frowning.

Isabella's face changed. She had almost forgotten about Michael's internal injuries.