My husband threw divorce papers in my face in front of his pregnant mistress and told me to sign quietly before security escorted me out. 3
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Chapter 4 / 5
CHAPTER 5: The Truth About Isabella
CHAPTER 5: The Truth About Isabella
Three days later.
I stood in front of a private hospital room.
Inside—
My father, still recovering.
The real architect behind everything.
“You did well,” he said weakly.
“I did what you taught me,” I replied.
He smiled faintly.
“Patience.”
I nodded.
“Three years of marriage. Three years of data. Three years of watching them destroy themselves.”
He closed his eyes.
“And Lucas?”
I looked out the window.
“He’s not done falling yet.”
Because revenge isn’t loud.
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It’s precise.
And it waits for the perfect moment to finish.
