All Chapters of Can't Win Me Back: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A smile involuntarily tugged at the corners of Isabella's lips."Milan Club?"Victoria's celebration party was also held at the largest Milan Club in the city. Some of the most prominent local entrepreneurs, out of respect for Nathan’s status, attended to show support for Victoria. Nathan’s close friends also made the effort to come from afar, giving Victoria ample face.Nathan had booked a luxurious VIP room at the hotel and hired many famous singers and dancers to perform lively songs and dances in the hall.Victoria looked around at the festive and bustling scene, her eyes welling up with emotion.She clung to Nathan’s arm. "Nathan, thank you for throwing this celebration for me. I’m so happy."Nathan gazed at Victoria with tenderness. Even though Victoria had her makeup on, her exhaustion was still evident. He recalled the doctor’s words: although her kidney transplant had been successful, her body had been frail for a long time, and there were concerns her single kidney might not

She decided to boldly reach out for a hug. Thinking it would be a brief embrace, she didn’t expect Theodore, being so tall, would accidentally cause her petite frame to wrap her arms around his slender waist.This little guy really had a great physique—lean but firm, as if sculpted from years of fitness.Without overthinking, Isabella bombarded him with questions: "Are you getting used to being back home?" "Did your stepmother and brother give you the cold shoulder?" "Does Grandpa treat you well?" Theodore held her tightly, as though afraid she might turn into a butterfly and fly away. He recalled his first day back home: after retorting to his stepmother during dinner, she deliberately complained to his father. Without asking for the truth, his father slammed his bowl on the ground and ordered him to kneel as punishment. He knew they were sending him a message—a warning that he was merely an outsider in the Sanchez family. That night, he endured it. "I'm fine, Sis," h

Isabella’s thoughts traveled through the long river of time: For the sake of her child, she had pleaded with him to cancel or delay the surgery. But his face was colder than ever. Taking a drag on his cigarette, he exhaled a cloud of smoke and said emotionlessly, “Isabella, Victoria has waited too long for this moment. I don’t want her to wait any longer. The longer she waits, the more she suffers.” “But I’m pregnant with your child. If you harm my body now, the child will be in danger,” she begged. “The child can be aborted. We can always have another one later,” he replied coldly. “Husband, please, no... This is *our* child. I don’t want to lose it,” she cried. “If you want to keep it, then keep it,” he said indifferently. She thought he had softened, that he would spare their child. But what happened later? Later, he forced her onto the operating table. True to his word, he let her give birth, but after being subjected to excessive medication, she delivered a fr

Nathan stared at her indifferent expression, feeling an inexplicable stab of pain in his heart. So, love *could* fade. "Bella, do you hate me for taking your kidney?" Isabella’s lips curved faintly, a weak smile devoid of warmth. There were so many reasons for her to hate him that she didn’t know where to begin. Yet, regarding the kidney donation—if there hadn’t been deception—she didn’t truly hate him for it. "You saved my life and paid for my education. Consider the kidney my repayment. We owe each other nothing now," she said, rising to leave. But Nathan wasn’t ready to let her go. "Bella, if you don’t hate me, then come back home with me." Isabella stared at him, her gaze blank. She didn’t hate him for taking her kidney, but there were countless other reasons for her to resent him. "I won’t go with you," she replied. In her indifferent eyes, Nathan couldn’t see even a flicker of passion. He felt a rare sense of helplessness. "But we’re married..." Isabella

“Find someone for me. His name is Ezekiel. Bring him to me at any cost.” Nathan’s voice was cold and menacing. “Yes, Mr. Hill.” **A few days later.** The assistant brought Ezekiel to Nathan’s residence. “So, the Crown Prince wants to see me?” Ezekiel smirked, his tone casual and irreverent. Nathan’s eyes darkened. “Ezekiel, I underestimated you.” “Do you still remember my wife, Isabella?” Ezekiel nodded. “Vividly.” Nathan clenched his teeth. “Good.” “Ezekiel, I need to know—what exactly did you do to my wife? Why is it that after meeting you, she’s become a completely different person?” His accusatory tone, layered with the authority of someone in power, instantly thickened the tension in the room. Ezekiel chuckled nonchalantly. “Crown Prince, you’ve seen the contract between me and your esteemed wife. I simply fulfilled its terms—helping her forget her past with you.” “So, if my guess is correct, your wife likely no longer loves you.” Nathan’s expression t