Reborn Heiress Is Remarrying
Chapter 54: The Dinner Trap

Chapter 54: The Dinner Trap

Chapter 54: The Dinner Trap

Diane barely had time to process the principal’s words about Gabriel’s sister’s children before she found herself facing another battle—this time, with Gabriel himself.

"We’re going to dinner," he announced that evening, adjusting his cufflinks as he stood near the mirror in their shared home.

Diane crossed her arms. "I don’t recall agreeing to that now."

Gabriel smirked. "You don’t have to."

She clenched her jaw. "You canceled last time. What’s so important about this one?"

Gabriel turned to look at her, "Isla and her husband, Martin, want to formally meet you."

Diane held back a scoff. Isla wanted to meet her?

Perfect.

Because Diane had questions.

And tonight, she was getting answers.

Diane arrived with Gabriel, her posture looked poised, she was on alert about everything.

At the private table, Isla was already seated beside a man Diane assumed to be Martin.

He was in his early forties, with dark hair, brown eyes, and an effortless charm that felt more like a disguise than sincerity.

When they arrived, Isla immediately stood, her face lighted up with a smile.

"Diane," she said warmly, opening her arms as if she were greeting a friend. "It’s so good to finally meet you properly."

Diane forced a polite smile. Fake.

Still, she let Isla kiss her cheek and took her seat beside Gabriel.

The waiter poured wine, and conversation flowed.

Isla, to Diane’s surprise, was good at this—she played the role of a warm, loving sister effortlessly.

"Gabriel’s father is a wonderful man," Isla said, sipping her drink slowly. "I owe him everything. If he hadn’t adopted me when I was a child, I don’t know where I’d be."

Diane’s fork paused mid-air.

’Adopted?’

She glanced at Gabriel, who remained silent, watching the conversation continue.

Diane turned back to Isla. "You were adopted?"

Isla nodded, smiling. "Yes. Gabriel and I aren’t blood-related, but that never mattered to us."

Diane studied her. Something about this felt off.

She knew Isla wasn’t Gabriel’s biological sister, but this was the first time she was hearing about an adoption.

And Isla was choosing to share this detail now?

Before Diane could press her questions further, a waiter arrived with appetizers.

"Oh," Isla lookry up, glancing at the plate. "Just making sure—no shrimp, right?"

The waiter nodded. "Of course, ma’am. We noted your allergy."

Diane arched her brow.

’Shrimp allergy?’

She kept that in mind.

Martin smiled at his wife. "I swear, you always have the worst luck with food."

Isla pouted playfully. "I do! And I have to be extra careful. Last time, I nearly had to be rushed to the hospital."

Diane listened, her fingers tapped against her glass.

She still hadn’t had the chance to bring up Arthur.

But Isla was too perfectly guiding the conversation elsewhere.

Diane needed to get her alone.

She placed her napkin on the table. "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

Isla smiled. "Oh! I’ll come with you."

Diane’s lips pressed together. Of course you will.

The moment they stepped into the empty restroom, Isla’s moos changed instantly.

Her warm, friendly expression disappeared.

She turned to Diane, crossing her arms, her eyes now looked way colder and evil.

"I know why you came here," Isla said flatly.

Diane narrowed her eyes. "Then you know I want answers."

Isla smirked. "Answers? Or a fight?"

Diane exhaled sharply. "Arthur. You know what happened at that school."

Isla didn’t even flinch. "Children fight. It happens."

Diane took a step closer, lowering her voice. "Your children bullied Arthur. They hurt him. And I want to know why."

Isla’s smirk didn’t fade. "And what if I don’t feel like explaining myself?"

Diane’s fingers twitched.

Isla chuckled. "You think just because you’re Mrs. Frost now, you get to question me?" Her gaze darkened.

"You’re nothing, Diane. A little thief who lucked her way into Gabriel’s bed."

Diane clenched her fists. "You act so sweet in front of him, but I see you now. You’re just as manipulative as someone I know."

Isla’s smile dropped. "Watch your mouth."

"Or what?" Diane challenged.

Before Isla could respond, a knock came at the door.

"Everything alright in there?" Gabriel’s voice filtered through.

Isla suddenly grinned.

And before Diane could react—

Isla grabbed a shrimp from her purse she sneakily stole from one appetizer left on the tray and shoved it into her own mouth.

Her eyes widened in fake horror as she gasped, stumbling back.

"Diane—w-what did you do?" Isla gagged dramatically, clutching her throat before bolting out of the restroom.

Diane stood frozen.

’What the hell just happened?!’

By the time Diane stepped back into the dining area, Isla was full-on performing.

She was clutching Martin’s arm, breathing heavily, her eyes filled with fake tears.

"She—she forced it into my mouth!" Isla gasped, her voice was breaking apart.

Gabriel furrowed his eyes, turning more sympathetic. "What?"

Martin’s face was full of rage and disgust. "Diane tried to kill her."

Diane’s eyes widened. "Excuse me?!"

Isla turned to Gabriel, playing the perfect victim.

"She called me a lowly orphan. She said I was pathetic and cheap."

Gabriel’s gaze snapped to Diane, his lips frowned. "Is that true?"

Diane’s nails dug into her palms. "No." She turned to Isla. "You’re lying."

Martin’s voice cut through the air. "Lying? My wife is having an allergic reaction!"

Diane turned to Gabriel. "She did it to herself! I didn’t even touch her!"

Gabriel’s jaw tightened. "Diane..."

She could feel the shift in the room.

Martin was staring at her with open hostility. The waiters and staff looked horrified.

And Gabriel—

Gabriel was looking at her like he wasn’t sure if he believed her.

Diane’s breath hitched.

Isla set her up.

And Gabriel had fallen for it.

’Whatever, he will grant me a divorce then...’ she thought to herself.

"You’re right," Diane admitted, "I did this..." she looked around for another tray with a shrimp.

"Why? She’s my sister? Diane?" Gabriel pushed for the answers, but Diane didn’t seem too bothered.

She walked over to the next table, grabbed some shrimps, walked back to them, "well, let’s make me a villain then."

Gabriel shook his head, not being able to understand his wife.

Diane then forcefully shoved more shrimps into Isla’s mouth, making her choke.

Her face turned red, Martin immediately called for an ambulance, shaking voice and hand.

While Diane just smiled, staring down at Isla who was trying to throw all the shrimps.

"Guh! Guh!" Gabriel was holding Isla.

Diane squatted down to her level, "Isla, kids fight, don’t they?"