Chapter 1705
No.1
Isabella was merely an invisible spectator, utterly ignored.
But no... it wasn't quite enough.
She would only be truly satisfied when Isabella's reputation lay in ruins at her feet.
She wanted the entire world to witness how Isabella had seduced Nathaniel.
She wanted them to know she had slept with him.
Victoria gave an almost imperceptible signal to Penelope, who stood nearby.
Penelope nodded in understanding and immediately moved to prepare.
The background music softened into silence.
The large screen transitioned to a romantic backdrop of falling blossoms and snow.
No.2
The emcee's voice rang out clearly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the moment we've all been waiting for has arrived."
"Please welcome our beautiful bride and handsome groom to the center stage."
"Let the official ceremony commence!"
This time, Alexander offered his arm to Victoria with genuine care.
They walked together to the center of the stage.
The memory of her tears and her haunting voice filled him with guilt.
He must have been under a spell to let such a gentle, beautiful woman go.
He had been a fool to choose the poisonous Isabella instead.
No.3
Isabella was stunning, yes.
But she was a rose covered in sharp thorns.
She was not feminine. She was not wifely material.
The Montgomery family was utterly disgraced.
They wished they could vanish into the ground.
The shame was overwhelming, a suffocating weight with no escape.
Even Eleanor and Richard were completely devastated.
Their hearts were shattered, their trust obliterated.
They offered no defense for Victoria.
No.4
Madam Whitmore unleashed her fury on Victoria.
She shook her violently, her voice a sharp, furious crack.
"Say something! Look at that deceitful face of yours!"
"Give me back my jade! Return the engagement ring!"
"The Whitmore family will never accept a woman like you!"
Victoria was rattled, her cheeks stinging from the force.
Her entire world had just imploded.
Every pair of eyes in the room burned with pure contempt.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
No.5
Isabella should be the one drowning in humiliation.
Isabella should be the target of this hatred, not her.
She had clawed her way back, fought to restore her name.
She had schemed and sacrificed to secure Alexander.
She couldn't lose everything again. Not like this.
Panic seized her. She lunged for Alexander, clutching his hand desperately.
"Alexander, my love, it's all lies! None of it is true!"
"I was drugged! This is a setup! I'm innocent!"
"Someone is framing me, you have to believe me! I beg you!"
No.6
She sobbed, her voice raw with anguish and fear.
But her pleas fell on deaf ears.
After that graphic video played for everyone to see, who would believe her?
The footage was still displayed on the giant screen for all to witness.
The Victoria in that video was clearly a willing participant.
She showed no signs of being drugged at all.
And if she truly was a victim, why had she never reported it?
Why had she remained silent all this time?
Alexander coldly wrenched his hand from her grasp.
No.7
His gaze was ice. It was filled with betrayal, disgust, and utter revulsion.
Nothing she said mattered anymore.
The truth was undeniable. She had cheated on him.
Victoria's face drained of all color.
The finality in his eyes was terrifying. He was lost to her.
What could she possibly do now?
From the crowd, Adrian crossed his arms, a smug smirk on his face.
"What a spectacular mess! I wonder, cousin, is the baby Alexander's... or Harrison's?"