Loveless Marriage

Chapter 3 Is it that hard to put her in the address book?

There were still twenty days before the sentencing of Isabella’s father. If she failed to come up with the

money by then, her father would spend the rest of his life in prison.

An investor?

Isabella pondered Mr. Smith’s words. She took out her phone and scrolled through her contacts until

she found the number that she knew by heart.

At first, she had saved Christian’s number with the name “Husband”. She had even pinned his contact

at the very top so that his number would be the very first one that she saw when she opened the

contacts list on her phone.

However, in the past three years, Christian had rarely called or texted her. After a while, she changed

his contact name into “Christian”. Unless it was urgent, she did not want to bother him.

Isabella threw the cigarette butt into the toilet and exited the cubicle. As she rinsed her mouth, she

dialed his number.

Her voice was a little hoarse from the cigarette. She had to do something about it, or else Christian

would be able to tell over the phone and get upset.

“Hello, who is this?”

The line connected almost immediately, but what chilled Isabella to the core was that a woman

answered the phone. She spoke with a natural ease, as though she had answered phone calls for

Christian many times.

As Isabella didn’t say anything, the woman asked again, "Hello?"

After a moment, Isabella finally came back to her senses. She then asked in a strained voice, "I want to

speak with Christian. Is he there?" This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"Chris is in a meeting." The woman said his nickname casually, as if she was his wife. “May I know

whom am I speaking to? Chris didn’t save your number…"

Isabella ended the call instantly before the woman could finish speaking. Her hand was trembling so

badly that her phone dropped to the floor with a dull thud. She hurriedly picked it up.

On the cracked screen of her phone, Isabella saw her own face. At some point, it had been streaked

with tears. She looked utterly broken.

She and Christian had been married for three years. By most people’s standards, they were an old

couple already, but he didn’t save her number.

Was it that hard to add her to his contacts list?

And who was the woman who had answered the phone…?

Thinking about that phone call from three minutes ago, she felt her body go cold.

Christian had always treated her with indifference. Isabella had suspected before that he might be

having an affair, but if that were the case, he would have to divorce her and give up all his assets

according to the contract.

Isabella had always trusted him, but after hearing the woman say his name so intimately over the

phone today, she changed her mind.

The chasm in her heart grew bigger and bigger.

Isabella didn't care whether or not Christian would come home today.

She got off work at exactly 5:30pm. On her way home, she stopped by a supermarket and picked up

some fresh groceries.

She had always been good at cooking, which she had learned from her mother. After marrying

Christian, she had whipped up all kinds of dishes for him, but he would only come home once a week

as per the contract. Most of the time, despite how good the food was, she ate alone.

As time went on, Isabella could no longer be bothered to cook unless she was in a good mood. If

Christian came home, then they would take turns cooking. Otherwise, she would just order takeout.

Loud music blared from the living room as Isabella prepared dinner in the kitchen. Naturally, she

couldn’t hear the sound of the door opening.

"Ah!"

While cleaning a fish, Isabella accidentally cut her hand. She let out a surprised scream and pulled

back her bloody finger.

Before she could react, someone approached her from behind. A large hand grabbed her finger and

rinsed it under the running water. The warmth from his palm left Isabella stupefied.

It seemed that every part of a man’s body was hot except for his lips.

“You should’ve asked someone at the supermarket to do it for you,” Christian said. He cleaned her

finger with a tissue and bandaged her wound. His hands were very gentle, but his expression was

apathetic.

“I was in a rush, so I forgot,” Isabella muttered quietly.