Married to my Archenemy

In the past three years, and now she had a big trouble by her side. Luckily, this trouble would be resolved tomorrow. So, she decided to sleep early and start a new day and a new year tomorrow.

She promised herself to be happier in the New Year. Perhaps she was really tired, as Isabella quickly fell asleep and started snoring softly. Ethan slowly opened his eyes and looked at Isabella.

He muttered "carefree" and turned his head to sleep. The next morning, Ethan was awakened by a loud banging noise. He opened his eyes and saw Isabella rummaging through things, with the curtains open and the bright sunlight shining in.

Ethan blocked the sunlight with his hand and asked irritably, "What are you looking for?" Isabella was wearing a white sweater and light blue jeans, with her hair tied up in a bun.

She had a toothbrush in her mouth, looking extremely casual. The previous Isabella was not like this. No matter when, she always dressed up very delicately, even her hair was meticulously combed, although he never looked at her more than once.

Now, on the contrary, his gaze lingered on her for a few more minutes."I'm looking for the marriage certificate. Don't you need to bring the marriage certificate for divorce?" Isabella turned to him and asked.

"Do you know where it is?"Because she was holding a toothbrush, her speech was unclear. There was really no one in this room that she cared about.

Ethan frowned impatiently, stood up, and said, "I tore it up on the day we got the certificate. It didn't survive for more than ten minutes."He tore it up because he didn't want to see it again, and Isabella tore it up because she didn't want to use it again.

But now, she had to use it again. "Speechless, we have to reapply for the marriage certificate first," Isabella said. "Hurry up, or it will be too late." Her eager appearance made Ethan even unhappy.

He passed by Isabella wearing slippers and said coldly, "Today is New Year's Day, the Civil Affairs Bureau is closed."Isabella was stunned on the spot. Oops, she actually forgot that there was a holiday.

After washing up, she came to the restaurant downstairs with a dejected look. The three people sitting in the restaurant immediately cast scorching gazes at her, almost piercing through her.

Madam Emily got up to support her and asked with concern, "Isabella, why did you get up so early? Why don't you sleep a little longer?""Um... I'm hungry... so I came down," Isabella said uneasily."Hungry?

Then let's eat first," Madam Emily ordered with a smile. "Butler, have someone bring Miss Isabella some angelica blood-tonifying soup. Isabella was tired yesterday and needs a good tonic."Isabella knew she had misunderstood and quickly said, "No, no, nothing happened last night."

"What? How could that be?" Madam Emily looked surprised. She had heard the noise last night, hadn't she? After struggling for a while, she cautiously asked, "Is it because of Ethan... is there something wrong with his health?"

Isabella: "Pfft!!"

Following the principle of "never abandon a friend in need," Isabella nodded in a "wicked" manner and quickly lowered her head, pretending not to want to clarify, saying, "I'm not sure, maybe..."This short sentence shocked everyone at the dinner table, with colorful expressions on their faces.

Madam Emily said, "I knew that boy was a problem. He can remain indifferent to such a lovely girl like Isabella..."Mr. Henry regretted, "Drinking the whiskey was in vain."Madam

Emily tightly held Isabella's hand and said, "Don't worry, I'll send him to the hospital later. If he can't be cured, I won't hold you back. I agree to your divorce.

"Isabella wiped away the tears she had held back from laughing and twitched the corners of her mouth, "Auntie, thank you.

"Afraid that Ethan would come out later to settle accounts with her, she quickly found an excuse and left. "Auntie, I made an appointment with Olivia to go shopping today, so I'll leave first."

"Go ahead," Madam Emily handed her a bank card. "The password is your birthday. Buy whatever you like."She actually used her own birthday as the password.

Isabella was surprised and moved. Except for her parents and herself, Madam Emily was the first person to do this for her. If it weren't for her dislike of Ethan, having Madam Emily as her mother-in-law would be great.

After Isabella left, the smile on Madam Emily's face slowly faded into sorrow. She frowned and said, "I really hope Isabella never remembers..."Grandma Hannah followed, "Yes, after all, we have a responsibility for her parents' death.

"Madam Emily said, "That's why we have to be even better to Isabella to make up for it."As soon as Isabella got in the car, the maid came to give her a new phone and a SIM card. "This is from the young master," the maid said."Okay." Finally, she got her new phone.

Isabella quickly inserted the SIM card and synchronized the data before calling Olivia.Olivia was on duty last night and was still sleeping. They arranged to meet at twelve o'clock.

Since it was still early, Isabella wanted to go home first. However, no one answered her calls to her parents."What's going on? Are they still asleep?" Isabella muttered to herself.

The driver looked at her through the rearview mirror, hesitated, and said, "Miss...""What's wrong, Uncle Noah?" Isabella asked.

Uncle Noah thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Nothing... just wondering where you want to go next."

"Let's go to Wilson Mansion."

Wilson Mansion was a detached villa located in Wilson, and her family lived in villa No. 3."Okay."Uncle Noah thought to himself that she would understand everything when she arrived at Wilson Mansion.

On the way, she logged into her account using her new phone number. Fortunately, her password had not changed, so she logged in easily.

The only downside was that all of her chat records were gone, so she couldn't use them to infer what had happened before. But... there was still her Moments.

She clicked on her Moments and was surprised. Before she lost consciousness, she had posted on her Moments every day, one post per day, without interruption.