Chapter 1707
No.1
They had made a complete fool out of him.
His fists clenched. He punched Harrison squarely in the face.
Again. And again.
The blows were brutal, relentless.
Someone finally intervened, pulling Alexander away before he caused serious injury.
Isabella watched the unfolding chaos.
A faint, untraceable chill flickered in her eyes.
She turned and left, a victor exiting the stage.
This scene felt hauntingly familiar.
No.2
Five years ago, her own engagement party had ended in similar disgrace.
After she fainted that day, Alexander stood on that very stage and announced to the guests:
“My apologies. I have just received some devastating news.”
“The baby Charmine carries is not mine.”
“She slept with another man behind my back. She tried to trick me into raising another man’s child.”
“We argued. She fell down the stairs accidentally.”
“I apologize for the scene. But I do not regret my actions.”
“I will cover her medical expenses. But our engagement is hereby canceled.”
That day, she was dragged out of the hotel.
No.3
She was covered in her own blood.
She was met with scornful glares and mocking hatred from everyone.
No one covered her.
No one defended her.
The pain made her lose consciousness.
The baby, so ready to be born, struggled inside her.
It had died. Kicked by Alexander. Probably from lack of oxygen.
Her baby was due any day.
It was supposed to enter this beautiful world, loved by its parents.
No.4
Instead... it died.
It died in her womb before taking its first breath.
Mocked by everyone.
She later heard the infant was the size of a kitten when removed.
It was covered in bruises.
It was wrapped in a trash bag and discarded in the mortuary.
No one cared.
The memory was a sharp blade piercing Isabella’s heart.
She could barely breathe from the agony.
No.5
The five-year-old wound felt as fresh as yesterday.
What Alexander and Victoria felt now was nothing compared to her pain.
She had been innocent. She had harmed no one.
They deserved every bit of this punishment.
This was meant to be a celebration.
But all she could see was herself on that stretcher.
Her stillborn child inside her.
Her heart felt wrenched, squeezed impossibly tight.
Isabella left the hotel.
No.6
A black car waited quietly outside.
It was Nathaniel’s car.
Had he been waiting for her this whole time?
The car door swung open.
Oliver’s small face appeared in the gap. “Mommy! Mommy, come quick! The reporters are swarming this way—they’ll trap you for interviews!”
Isabella snapped back to reality.
She quickly slipped inside the vehicle.
Dominic was in the driver’s seat.
Nathaniel sat in the back.
No.7
Oliver occupied the middle.
Judging by their positions, it was clear they hadn’t left.
They had waited for her the whole time.
A sharp pang shot through Isabella’s heart as she remembered her stillborn child.
She turned her gaze toward Oliver.
Overcome with emotion, she pulled him into a tight embrace. “Are you okay, Mommy?” Oliver asked, his voice small.
“It’s nothing… Let me hold you for a bit,” Isabella murmured.
She buried her face in the curve of his shoulder and shut her eyes.
She needed to calm down.