After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 732

Isabelle defended herself, "We are a married couple and sleeping together is perfectly normal."

"Are you kidding me? You think that man is my son? I'm telling you, it wasn't! You already had sex with

that man when my son entered the room!"

Mrs. Bentley scolded harshly, "On the night of my son's wedding, you cuckolded him and humiliated

him. You heartless woman."

She cried and cursed at the same time, "Everyone, my son wanted to stop that stranger, but what

happened? The man ran away!"

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Isabelle's mind was blank, with Mrs. Bentley's grating voice ringing in her ears. "No, it can't be. It's not...

that man is clearly Tucker."

"Do you really think you're innocent?" Mrs. Bentley sneered, "You cheated on my son, and you won't

even admit it after all these years. The Bentley family has been swallowing our pride for your sake; we

haven't held it against you. But now you want to escape from the Bentley family."

"You daughter, Bethany, is not my son's at all."

Isabelle's body swayed and tears streamed down her cheeks. She collapsed onto the ground,

completely exhausted. There was no trace of the strong facade she had put up just moments before.

She'd always assumed it was with Tucker having sex with her that night.

To this day she vaguely remembers the faint smell of alcohol on the man's body and his great body

with his pecs and that sexy mermaid line.

The man was not at all gentle that night, he was rampant in the dark, but full of male extreme charm.

She thought that... it was Tucker.

But later, she inadvertently found Tucker's average body shape, wondering how he was out of shape.

However, since that night, Tucker never touched her again, and he beat and kicked her, and he was

also violent towards his daughter.

Not to mention the attitude of her parents-in-law, which was extremely bad.

She tried hard to please everyone in the Bentley family, and endured Tucker's rudeness towards her.

Obviously, the man on the wedding night took her passionately the whole night. Then why did he show

no interest in her later?

Over these years, Tucker had never slept with her again, and would rather have sex with any other

woman than her. It turned out that she had been raped on the wedding night.

Her tears kept flowing, and her heart seemed to shatter into countless pieces that could never be put

back together again.

Pain, despair, and madness come crashing down on her. She is like a fallen leaf in the ocean, always

at risk of being swept away by the waves.

No matter how many times she tells herself she must be strong and become as strong as Sylvia.

However, faced with this cruel reality, she still felt despair, pain and confusion.

She doesn't even know who the biological father of her own daughter is.

Her daughter is a bastard.

She covered her face and cried out in pain.

Mrs. Bentley looked at her disheveled appearance, and the anger in her heart seemed to have finally

dissipated. Her face immediately showed a smug expression, looking extremely pleased.

"Isabelle, if you have any shame, you'd better run headlong into the ground right now, and I'll admire

you for it."

As she spoke, she looked back at the President. "Since she claimed that she has nothing to do with our

Bentley family, does it mean that you, Mr. President, need to compensate us for her infidelity during

marriage?"

Anyway, since her son is in jail, the Bentley family doesn't have much of a future. She might as well

extort some fortune from the President.

The President frowned at her insatiable expression, feeling extremely annoyed.

Stepping forward, he raised HIS hand and was about to slap Isabelle, "Bitch, disgrace!"

However, his wrist was firmly controlled by a powerful hand.

The President looked up in surprise and saw a tall man with handsome features, especially his pitch-

black eyes that exuded an extreme coldness, as if they were from the polar ice caps.

He exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Foster?"

Harold was also shocked as he looked at the man, Darius Foster, the CEO of NorthWind Airlines?

How did he get here?

Darius shrugged off the President's arm and remained silent.

Instead, he walked to Isabelle and slowly crouched down, instead reaching out his large dry palm

towards the tearful woman sitting on her knees.

Isabelle stared blankly at the handsome man in front of her, he was so good looking, a pair of charming

eyes flooded with a hint of seductive sexiness, his lips pursed into a straight line, and it could be seen

that he was in a very bad mood at this time.

Who is he? Why was he looking at her with such tender eyes? Never in her life had any man looked at

her with such gentle and loving eyes. She was a little overwhelmed and a little scared and doubtful.

Just then, she heard the man's pleasant and soothing voice say, "With me here, no one can bully you."