Chapter 268

Dominic hesitated before continuing, but Nathaniel cut him off sharply. "We're divorced. Her life is no longer my concern."

Dominic nodded. "Of course, sir." He turned and exited the room.

Isabella stepped out just then, having overheard everything. A satisfied smile curved her lips as she approached Nathaniel.

She knew how decisive he was. Once he ended things with Harrison, he would never look back.

Now, his heart belonged entirely to her. She was his future.

Isabella wrapped her arms around Nathaniel's waist from behind, pressing herself against him.

He didn't need to turn to know it was her. His gaze dropped to her slender hands clasped around him.

Her right wrist had mostly healed, but a faint scar remained—a blemish on her otherwise flawless skin. As a dancer, perfection mattered.

Nathaniel gently traced the scar. "I've arranged consultations with the best specialists abroad. They can remove it."

Isabella smirked. "No, I want to keep it."

Nathaniel turned to face her. "Why?"

"Because it's proof of my love for you," she murmured, her voice dripping with sweetness. "A reminder for you to never forget how much I've sacrificed."

She was clever. That scar would forever haunt him, a constant guilt trip for choosing Harrison over her.

Nathaniel pulled her into his arms, his grip firm. "It won't happen again."

Isabella beamed, her excitement barely contained. "So, when are we getting married?"

She was ready. She wanted the world to know she had won.

Nathaniel's expression darkened slightly. "Eleanor doesn't know about the divorce yet. Given her health, we can't rush this."

Isabella suppressed a flare of irritation. That old woman was the only thing standing between her and the title of Mrs. Falcon.

She masked her frustration, leaning against him sweetly. "Fine. But I need something else—introduce me to your mother's family. I want their approval."

The Lincolns were one of the most influential families in the capital. With their backing, even Eleanor wouldn't dare oppose her.

"Your cousin, Bebe, is the favorite, right? Introduce us. We'll be best friends," Isabella purred, fluttering her lashes.

Best friends with Bebe?

Nathaniel studied her. That would be... challenging.

Still, he didn't refuse. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you!" Isabella melted into his embrace, triumphant.

What did Harrison have left to compete with?

Just then, Nathaniel's phone rang—an elegant chime cutting through the silence.

It was Julian, chancellor of Westfield University.

Nathaniel answered.

"Mr. Falcon," Julian's voice came through clearly. "The Global Scholars Forum is happening soon at Willowbrook Arena. We'd like you and the freshman prodigy to deliver the closing speech."

Nathaniel paused, processing the request.

Him. And the prodigy. Together.