Loving My Ex-Husband's Uncle

Chapter 2: Compensation for Her

Just when Isabella arrived at the entrance of the Malone's, she saw a pile of familiar stuff scattered messily at the gate.

The suitcases, clothes, skincare products, books, and the other items were all hers. She hadn't returned after signing the divorce papers the day before, so she could only come today to fetch her stuff.

Never in the least did she expect that they would be so eager to throw her things away. Isabella clenched her fists and stormed into the living room.

Her ex-husband Trevor Malone and his pregnant girlfriend Lavinia Blackwood were cuddling while watching TV on the couch.

The sight of Isabella wiped off the smiles from their faces.

Lavinia rose from the couch with her hand on her belly and said, "Bella, I'm sorry. Your stuff...."

"Don't call me so intimately!" Isabella interrupted her with a smirk. "It will make others think we're really family. If we were truly family, I might have already killed you and your baby."

"Isabella!" Trevor yelled as he stood up.

He grabbed Lavinia's arm and glared daggers at Isabella, snarling, "How can you yell at a pregnant woman? If you have a problem, come at me!" 

Ha! What a sweet boyfriend! He and I had been married for two years, but he rarely came home, and every time he did, he had a sad face as if his wife had died.

It turns out that Trevor doesn't really have a hardened heart. He is just unfeeling toward me.

It's fine. All that is over. I have no intention of wasting any more time on a scumbag.

"None of your business! I'm educating my niece for my aunt," Isabella retorted angrily and then turned around to pack her stuff.

"Wait!" Trevor's gaze fell on Isabella's neck and suddenly turned cold.

He marched right up to Isabella, grabbed her shirt, and pulled it hard.

As it turned out, two buttons on Isabella's shirt snapped off, revealing a large area of Isabella's fair skin above her breasts as well as the red hickeys on it.

Lavinia pretended to be shocked and shouted loudly, "Oh, my God! Isabella, what are those marks on your neck?" 

Her eyes, nevertheless, were filled with maliciousness and complacency.

"Trevor Malone, you jerk!" Isabella trembled with anger, covering her shirt with one hand and fiercely slapping Trevor across the face with the other.

It caught Trevor caught off guard.

"Damn it! You slut!" Trevor gritted his teeth and grabbed Isabella's hand, dragging her into the bedroom upstairs.

With a loud bang, the door was slammed shut.

And then, Trevor threw Isabella onto the bed.

"You slutty b***h!" Trevor approached the bed, gnashing his teeth, and questioned, "You couldn't wait to hook up with him right after our divorce, huh?" 

Him? Isabella quickly realized who Trevor was referring to and gave a self-mocking laugh.

In point of fact, the person Trevor mentioned didn't even exist. 

Two years ago, Isabella had thought that she would receive tenderness and affection from her new husband on their wedding night.

Nonetheless, Trevor, who was drunk as a skunk, flung a pile of photos at her face. "Isabella Morgan, you dirty slut! You said you were saving yourself for me, but look at these! You actually slept with that bastard."

The photos showed a man and a woman in bed. Isabella was unfamiliar with the man, but she was astounded to find that the woman had the exact same face as hers. Even the tiny red mole at the corner of their left eyes was in the exact same spot.

No matter how Isabella tried to explain, Trevor remained stubbornly unconvinced. Furthermore, this virginity-obsessed man had abstained from having s*x with her throughout the entirety of their two-year marriage.

Isabella couldn't help but find it absurd as she recalled what had happened in the past.

Enraged by her silence, Trevor clenched his hand into a fist and snapped, "Isabella, you have never loved me, haven't you? That's why you were so calm during the divorce and so eager to hook up with him right after, right?"

"Yes, I've never loved you," Isabella responded without any hesitation. "The only person I've ever loved is the man in those photos, from the beginning to the end. Are you satisfied now? If you are, then f**k off and stop bothering me. I need to pack my things."

As she yelled, she got out of the bed.

"Fine! Ha! Fine!" Trevor's eyes welled up with rage as he forcefully grabbed Isabella's shoulder, pushing her back onto the bed.

"Since you enjoy messing around with men so much, does that mean I can have you too, even after our divorce? Now that it's over between us, I think I must make up for what I've owed you in these past two years."