All Chapters of Can't Win Me Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Under the sunlight, she performed peculiar shadow dances while humming an off-key tune: *"...lyrics…"* Nathan observed Isabella’s antics, a hint of confusion surfacing in his eyes. This wasn’t the Isabella he knew.Stepping out of his car, Nathan strode toward her, his face dark with annoyance over the trouble she had caused. “Bella, who let you out on your own? Your wounds haven’t even healed!” he reprimanded.The moment Isabella saw him, she instinctively jumped a meter away, clutching her chest in a defensive gesture. Her startled expression and wary gaze filled Nathan with a sense of unease. “Who are you?” she asked timidly. “I’m your husband,” he replied impatiently. But Isabella clearly didn’t believe him. She turned on her heel and bolted into the shop adorned with a skull motif. Nathan followed her with long strides. Inside the shop, Isabella cowered behind the hypnotist, Ezekiel, peeking out cautiously with terror in her eyes. Even Nathan, as dense as he co

Nathan walked upstairs and knocked softly on the door.However, there was no cheerful response from Isabella as there used to be. His face darkened as he pushed the door open and approached the bedside, towering over the unmoving figure lying there."Isabella, why are you causing such trouble today? Do you know your Sis was feeling guilty because you ran away from home? In the future, try to be more sensible and don’t upset your Sis..."Isabella lay on the bed, her face as desolate as a desert, devoid of any vitality. Nathan’s monologue felt increasingly pointless."Why aren’t you saying anything?"The Isabella who usually flattered and fawned over him was acting mute today. Even someone as slow to notice emotions as Nathan could sense something was off.He pulled back the blanket, and the stark red stains on the white bedsheet immediately caught his eye. They contrasted sharply with Isabella’s pale, bloodless skin."Isabella, why didn’t you tell us you were sick?"A huge wave of pani

Nathan's eyes filled with confusion. The Isabella he once knew was utterly dependent on him, relying on him for every meal. Yet now, she seemed capable of taking care of herself.---Inside the hospital room, Isabella, though starving to the point of feeling hollow, lost her appetite as she stared at the array of food delivered by the takeout worker. Her hand gently rested on her stomach, a secret known only to her. Her digestive system had always been robust, never susceptible to nausea from something as trivial as a cold.Memories from three months ago resurfaced—Nathan begging her to donate a kidney to Victoria. That same night, she had foolishly pleaded for his attention. Now, it was very likely that a new life was forming in her womb.A faint, bitter smile crossed her pale lips. This child couldn’t have come at a worse time.When Nathan entered, Isabella was gazing out the window, her face ashen but her voice unwavering and resolute. “Nathan, can you get me some mifepristone p

When someone unexpectedly mentioned Isabella, Nathan suddenly realized that it had been days since Isabella last contacted him. Not a single text or voice message. Finally, he sensed something was off. After all, that girl had always been clingy. Even if they saw each other daily, whenever she couldn’t see him, she’d find all sorts of excuses to reach out—sharing her meals, reminding him to dress warmly, or asking him to come home early because she had a surprise for him. Back then, he found her relentless attention annoying. This kind of silence from Isabella was unusual. It seemed that forcing her to go abroad this time had genuinely angered her. Even if she didn’t contact him, surely she would ask someone for her living expenses. Turning to his assistant, Nathan asked, "How’s my wife doing lately? Has she mentioned needing anything? Make sure her requests are met." The assistant’s expression turned awkward. Stammering, he replied, "Mr. Hill, Madam... has been out of t

Nathan's expression gradually softened as he assisted Victoria into the doctor’s office. After reviewing Victoria’s medical report, the doctor did not say much at first, but his serious demeanor shifted as he turned to Nathan.“Where is Mrs. Hill’s medical report?” the doctor inquired solemnly.Nathan Hill, who had just calmed down, felt his mood darken once again. Victoria quickly answered for him. “Oh, my Sis is abroad.”The doctor frowned. “Even though Mrs. Hill is the donor, her health cannot be neglected. Furthermore,” he continued, revealing a hidden concern, “the day she was discharged, I found her bed sheets and bedding stained with blood during my rounds. Several days post-surgery, there shouldn’t have been such heavy bleeding. This suggests a complication.”“Mr. Hill, could it be that Mrs. Hill has other health issues? You should urge her to return for a check-up to rule out potential hidden conditions. Truthfully, she was too weak to be discharged in the first place,” the d