Chapter 7

"Alright, let's set up an appointment and get the divorce papers signed tomorrow," Isabella said, her face calm as ever.

Isabella figured Michael must've found out about her fling with John at LuxeHaven Retreat, so he wanted out of this mess.

Michael kept asking if she knew who he really was, probably to remind her he was just a regular guy who couldn't mess with John's powerful family.

Isabella took Michael's divorce request in stride, which threw him off for a second. Now he was sure she had no clue about his true identity.

"Okay, see you tomorrow," Michael said, turning to leave.

Isabella watched him go, sighing. Marrying Michael felt like a spur-of-the-moment rebellion fueled by anger.

"Ending this is probably for the best. At least he won't have to worry about John and his family coming after him," Isabella shrugged. Still, getting married and divorced in less than a day left her feeling pretty uneasy.

She felt that when she was in a bad mood, she needed to vent it out.

Isabella suddenly remembered Bianca was in the hospital, so she hopped in her car and headed there.

She knew the hospital well, not because of Bianca, but because Amelia's mom was also a patient there. Sometimes, Isabella would help take care of her.

When she got to the hospital, Isabella made a beeline for the luxury ward. Knowing how John felt about Bianca, there was no way she'd be in a regular room.

Just as Isabella reached Bianca's ward, she heard a bunch of people inside buttering Bianca up.

"Ms. Taylor, Mr. Williams really loves you! Look at this jewelry and the fancy dinner. I could never afford this stuff in my lifetime."

"Indeed, Ms. Taylor are about to become Mrs. Williams soon."

Bianca soaked up the praise, lifting her chin proudly. "Of course, John only loves me."

"A pet gets a few pats from its owner and thinks it's the favorite. Bianca, how are you any different?" Isabella walked in, arms crossed, glaring at Bianca with a sneer.

Bianca's face twisted like she'd just bitten into a lemon when she saw Isabella.

"Isabella, I know you think I stole John, but even if you two were together, how long could a loveless marriage last?" Bianca pouted, playing the victim.

Seeing Bianca's fake pitiful act made Isabella's stomach churn. She felt like throwing up.

"Besides us, the only people here are your suck-ups. Who are you putting on this show for?" Isabella's lips curled into a cold smile.

Bianca's face darkened, realizing she didn't need to keep up the act.

"I already told Mr. Williams I want to break off the engagement with John," Isabella said, making Bianca's eyes widen.

But then Isabella added, "But Mr. Williams didn't agree. He said if John keeps messing around with you, he'll break his legs. He also said the only person John can marry is me. You will never get into their family."

Bianca's face went pale.

"If you don't believe me, you'll see tomorrow. Mason caused all those injuries on John. It's really pathetic, his miserable state. I almost want to hire an artist to paint it." Isabella laughed, making Bianca feel humiliated and furious.

"Grab that bitch Isabella for me, I want to tear her mouth apart," Bianca ordered the bodyguards.

The bodyguards moved towards Isabella, but she didn't flinch.

As they approached, Isabella sneered, "You must be the Williams Family's bodyguards, right? Don't forget, I'm currently John's fiancée, appointed by Mr. Williams himself. Can you handle his wrath?"

The bodyguards hesitated, their expressions uncertain.

Seeing them pause, Bianca screamed, "What are you waiting for? Grab Isabella! John only loves me!"

The bodyguards were stuck. They were supposed to protect Bianca, but Isabella had a point. They couldn't afford to anger Mason, but they also couldn't cross John.

'Damn, why did we have to get stuck in this mess?' they thought.

Suddenly, the sound of a slap echoed through the ward, making the bodyguards flinch.

Bianca clutched her face, staring at Isabella in disbelief. Isabella had slapped her hard, leaving a red mark on her cheek. Grabbing Bianca's hair, Isabella pulled her close.

In a cold tone, Isabella said, "Listen, you bitch. Even though I don't love John anymore, he's just trash I've thrown away. Only you would treat that bastard like a treasure."

She let go of Bianca's hair.

"Something's missing," Isabella mused, then slapped Bianca on the other cheek.

Looking at the red marks on both sides of Bianca's face, Isabella nodded in satisfaction.

"I have OCD. It looks more symmetrical this way. Much better." Isabella smiled, then turned and left, feeling pleased.

As she walked out, Bianca's screams echoed behind her.