Chapter 7

He sneered coldly, "Without money, do you think that man outside will still listen to you? He won't even look at you, let alone touch you."

"Michael, you bastard!" Isabella's face changed. Michael actually humiliated her like this.

"Don't forget, you were the one who cheated first. Don't slander me. The property division will be what it should be. If you shortchange me, I'll fight you to the end."

What a joke.

For the past three years, she hadn't even bought a single luxury item, and when he didn't come home at night, she even saved on groceries.

He could only dream about leaving all the money to Bianca?

Isabella said, "Also, even if I have no money, I still have enough to fight a divorce case with you. This marriage, I'm definitely ending it!"

Hearing her words, Michael's face darkened even more.

The strength in his hand involuntarily increased.

Thinking of something, he suddenly sneered, "Really? Why do I think you can't even afford the room fee now?"

Isabella's chin hurt from his grip. She glared at Michael with reddened eyes, making muffled sounds.

Looking at Isabella's defiant face, now adorned with makeup she never wore before, and her constantly twisting, graceful figure, Michael's deep eyes were filled with desire.

Isabella never wore makeup at home.

How come as soon as she mentioned divorce, she not only learned to put on makeup but also learned to wear such clothes to seduce men?

When did she change so much?

Why hadn't he noticed at all?

Taking advantage of Michael's momentary distraction, Isabella suddenly pushed him away.

She tightened her coat around her and kept her distance from him.

Before speaking, she rubbed her chin and cheeks, "Michael, are you crazy? You like Bianca. Isn't my asking for a divorce exactly what you want?"

For the past three years, he had treated her like she was invisible, and having a child with him was like asking for his life.

Now that she mentioned divorce, he was unhappy?

And he said she couldn't pay the room fee. Did he think she couldn't live without him?

Isabella completely ignored Michael behind her, snorted coldly, and walked out of the room in her high heels.

As soon as she reached the lobby, the manager stopped her. "Ms. Taylor, if you're leaving, please settle the room fee."

Then, seeing Michael following behind Isabella, the manager immediately lowered his head and respectfully greeted, "Mr. Brown."

Isabella rolled her eyes, casually pulled out a card from her bag, and handed it over.

She had booked this hotel room on a whim.

Now that Michael had come over and ruined her plans, she couldn't stay here any longer.

The manager took the card with both hands and went to the front desk to swipe it.

Michael stood behind her, his suit jacket draped over his arm, revealing the black shirt underneath.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs.

His eyes were fixed on Isabella in front of him.

Many passersby couldn't help but be deeply attracted to him.

But Isabella was completely unaware.

She just wanted to leave quickly.

The manager soon returned with the card, "Ms. Taylor, I'm sorry, but this card can't be used."

Isabella was slightly stunned. Without thinking much, she took out another card from her bag.

Still no good.

Isabella took out all the cards in her bag.

None of them worked.

All her cards were frozen.

Isabella turned around and finally looked directly at Michael, who had followed her down, "Did you do this?"

Most of the cards she had now were given by him, and the other two were from Aiden.

Now none of them worked. It must have something to do with him.

Michael didn't deny it.

He walked over to her, looking down at her, "Who said this marriage was definitely ending? Before the lawsuit starts, I freeze my own supplementary cards. Is there a problem? Or do you think I would let you use my money to support your lover outside?"

Isabella was furious.

She hadn't expected Michael, as the heir of the Brown Family and a business tycoon in Evergreen City, to use such underhanded tactics to force her to comply.

Thinking about what he had just said, she suddenly understood something.

She wanted to laugh, "Michael, do you really think using this method will make me compromise, pretend nothing happened, and obediently go home with you?"

Michael's face darkened at her words, not thinking she had any other options, "What else do you want? If you don't come back with me, where can you go?"

For the past three years, whenever she threw a tantrum, he never really argued with her, and they had gotten along until now.

Today would be no exception.

After speaking, Michael frowned slightly, "Grandpa is still waiting for us to give an explanation. Don't waste time."

There was no emotion in his eyes.

He simply saw this as a matter of restoring his male pride, not even curious about why she wanted a divorce.

Isabella knew all too well how cold and heartless Michael was.

His love wasn't with her, and it wouldn't be any different in another three years.

She found it utterly pointless, "I won't go back with you. Give it up."

Michael frowned, "What did you say?"

Isabella coldly curled her lips, "Isn't my meaning clear enough? Michael, you know how you've treated me these past three years. Now that Bianca is back, you immediately go to her. You use her to humiliate me, just to force me to divorce you, right? So now that things are going your way, you're unhappy? Do you want me to go back and continue being the unappreciated Mrs. Brown, or watch you and Bianca be lovey-dovey every day? Michael, do you find bullying me fun?"

Michael's brow furrowed tightly, and he pulled Isabella close, his voice low, "Don't play this game with me. When have I ever bullied you?"

If this wasn't bullying, then what was?

His grip wasn't light, and Isabella felt a bit of pain.

But it couldn't compare to the pain of the wound in her heart being reopened.

Michael was someone she had loved deeply.

Even though she had decided not to like him anymore, her heart's reaction couldn't lie.

She felt like she was suffocating. "You want to know? Then I'll tell you. Three years ago, on our wedding night, Bianca called, and you left without a second thought. Three years later, she returned to the country, and you abandoned me, even ignoring Grandpa's birthday party to find her. When the Taylor Family had trouble, you gave money in her name without a word. Do I need to continue?"

The person he truly cared about was Bianca, not her.

It was the same three years ago, and it hadn't changed three years later.

So, she decided to give up.

The air fell silent.

Michael's face was tense, his eyes stormy, "I didn't know marrying me made you feel so wronged, that you even investigated everything I did so clearly. But don't forget, you were the one who came to me with the marriage contract and forced me to marry you. Wasn't it all voluntary on your part?"

He thought, 'Now you regret it? Too late.'