PART 2 The Lie That Destroyed Isabella
The video continued playing.
No one moved.
No one interrupted.
Because everyone in the room was watching the same thing.
The truth.
Isabella walking into the suite.
Isabella locking the door.
Isabella approaching Khloe.
Isabella pushing her.
Every lie.
Every fake tear.
Every carefully prepared word...
Destroyed in less than two minutes.
The screen finally went black.
The silence afterward was heavier than anything else.
Marcus Thorne stared at Isabella.
Not with anger.
Not even hatred.
With disappointment.
And somehow...
That hurt her more.
"Marcus..."
She whispered his name like she was still trying to reach the man who once admired her.
But he stepped back.
"Don't."
The word was quiet.
But final.
Isabella's face changed.
"You believe this?"
"You believe some edited recording over me?"
Jonathan Reed looked at her.
"Edited?"
He tapped the tablet.
"The hospital security system stores encrypted footage."
"Every second is timestamped."
"Every file is verified."
"You didn't just lie."
"You accused an innocent woman while knowing exactly what you did."
Isabella looked around.
Searching for someone to defend her.
Nobody did.
Then Khloe spoke.
Her voice was weak.
But clear.
"Why?"
Everyone looked at her.
Khloe slowly sat up with the help of the medical staff.
"Why would you do this?"
Isabella stared at her.
For a moment...
The anger returned.
"You want to know why?"
"Because you took everything."
Khloe frowned.
"I never took anything from you."
Isabella laughed bitterly.
"That's what makes it worse."
"You didn't even have to fight."
"Marcus loved you."
"He chose you."
"You walked into a world that was supposed to be mine."
Khloe looked at her.
"And hurting my baby was supposed to fix that?"
Isabella had no answer.
Because even she knew...
There was no excuse.
The doctors immediately examined Khloe.
The entire hospital waited.
The next hour felt endless.
Marcus sat beside her.
Holding her hand.
For the first time all night...
He looked afraid.
Not as a billionaire.
Not as a businessman.
Just as a husband and father.
"I'm sorry."
Khloe looked at him.
"You didn't do this."
"I should have protected you."
She squeezed his hand.
"Marcus..."
"I saw the signs."
"I ignored them."
His voice cracked.
"I thought Isabella was just jealous."
"I thought she would eventually move on."
Khloe looked away.
"She almost killed our child."
Marcus closed his eyes.
And that sentence changed something inside him.
But the truth about Isabella was only beginning.
Because when Jonathan reviewed the security footage...
He noticed something.
Isabella didn't enter the hospital randomly.
She knew exactly where Khloe was.
She knew when Marcus would return.
She knew the gala schedule.
Someone had given her inside information.
Jonathan looked at Marcus.
"Who knew about Khloe's hospital room?"
Marcus frowned.
"My assistant."
"My family."
"The event staff."
Jonathan shook his head.
"Think carefully."
"Someone wanted this to happen."
The next morning...
Jonathan met Marcus privately.
He placed a folder on the table.
"This isn't just about Isabella."
Marcus opened it.
Inside were financial documents.
Property transfers.
Company reports.
Marcus's expression changed.
"What is this?"
"Your company."
Jonathan pointed.
"Three months of suspicious transactions."
"Money moved through accounts connected to Isabella."
Marcus stared.
"That's impossible."
"No."
Jonathan replied.
"It's very possible."
"Isabella wasn't only trying to remove your wife."
"She was positioning herself to control your assets."
Marcus looked through the documents.
The numbers were impossible to ignore.
Millions of dollars.
Hidden accounts.
Fake investments.
And one name appeared repeatedly.
Rossi Strategic Holdings.
Isabella's family company.
Marcus felt sick.
"So the marriage..."
Jonathan nodded.
"May have never been about love."
Meanwhile, Isabella sat alone in a private interrogation room.
Her expensive dress was gone.
Her confidence was gone.
For the first time...
She had no audience.
No one to impress.
No one to manipulate.
The detective placed a file on the table.
"Isabella Rossi."
"You are facing charges for assault."
"Attempted harm to an unborn child."
"And financial conspiracy."
Isabella remained silent.
Until one question changed her expression.
"Who helped you?"
She looked up.
"What?"
The detective leaned forward.
"Someone gave you information."
"Someone knew the hospital schedule."
"Someone knew Marcus would be downstairs."
"Who was it?"
Isabella looked away.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
But the hesitation was enough.
That night...
Marcus returned home.
Not to rest.
Not to sleep.
To search.
He opened old emails.
Old messages.
Old financial records.
Then he found something.
An email from six months earlier.
Sent to Isabella.
The sender's name made his blood run cold.
Because it wasn't her brother.
It wasn't a business partner.
It wasn't a stranger.
It was someone inside his own company.
Someone who had access to everything.
Someone who had been smiling beside him for years.
The email contained only one sentence:
"The wife must disappear before the child is born."
Marcus stared at the screen.
Because Isabella wasn't acting alone.
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And the person behind the plan...
Was someone he trusted more than anyone.
