My Husband Gave Me His Mistress’s Face and Sent Me to Prison for Her Chapter 03

My Husband Gave Me His Mistress’s Face and Sent Me to Prison for Her Chapter 03

I did not sleep that night.

I held the phone and watched Noah’s photos and videos until dawn.

In the videos, he called me Mommy in his soft toddler voice.

He held a toy car and ran through the living room, crashed into my arms, and laughed until his eyes crinkled into crescents.

I watched them again and again until the sun came up.

In the morning, Adrian sent someone to tell me to go with Isabella to her checkup.

As soon as I stood, my vision went black.

I almost fell to the floor.

Adrian rushed over and held me.

“Elena, what’s wrong? Where does it hurt?”

Malice flashed in Isabella’s eyes.

But the next second, she started crying again.

“I knew it. Elena doesn’t really forgive me.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll use this baby as my apology to her.”

Then she raised her hand and tried to hit her belly.

Adrian grabbed her wrist at once.

“What are you saying?”

He turned to look at me.

His gaze landed on the phone in my arms.

It was both persuasion and a warning.

“Elena has already forgiven you, right?”

I sneered and pushed his hand away.

“Whatever.”

Adrian’s eyes darkened.

Then he drove us to a private hospital in Manhattan himself.

While Isabella had her checkup, I sat in the hallway and called my parents again and again with the phone.

I wanted to tell them their daughter was back.

I wanted to tell them I had not killed anyone.

I wanted to tell them I had not abandoned them.

But no one answered.

That familiar fear rose inside me again.

After the checkup, Isabella sent Adrian away to pay.

She sat beside me, glanced at my phone screen, and suddenly smiled.

That smile was twisted and proud.

“Elena, are you calling your parents?”

“Too bad. They died during your second year in prison.”

“They couldn’t stand the neighbors gossiping. They couldn’t stand people saying they had raised a daughter who killed someone and fled the scene.”

“One fell ill. The other followed soon after.”

My throat tightened.

I almost could not speak.

“That’s impossible.”

“Adrian said I went to prison using your identity.”

“How could my parents know that person was me?”

Isabella proudly touched her still-flat belly.

“Of course I told them.”

“I also mailed the federal judgment and your prison photos to them.”

“They couldn’t find their daughter. How pitiful.”

“I just did a good thing.”

My ears buzzed.

All the sounds around me seemed trapped underwater.

When I came back to myself, my hands were already in Isabella’s hair.

I slapped her again and again.

Isabella screamed at once.

“Help! Someone is beating a pregnant woman!”

“She’s jealous I’m pregnant with Adrian’s baby, so she’s trying to hurt me!”

The hospital hallway quickly filled with people.

Someone recognized her as the deputy director of the Moretti Private Medical Center and immediately stood up for her.

“She was just here for a prenatal checkup.”

“How could this woman attack a pregnant woman?”

Suddenly, someone shoved me to the floor.

Someone else pulled off my mask.

My face was exposed to everyone.

The crowd gasped.

“Oh my God. No wonder she’s so jealous. She’s ugly.”

“This kind of person is terrifying. Call the police.”

When Adrian came back, my whole body was bruised, and my face was covered in blood.

Pain flashed in his eyes.

It looked like he wanted to help me up.

But Isabella rushed into his arms with red eyes.

“Adrian, please don’t go over there.”

“If you go to her, everyone will think I’m lying.”

“I don’t matter, but the baby will be scared.”

Adrian stopped.

In the end, under Isabella’s tears, he turned his face away.

I was taken to the police station.

The charges were disorderly conduct and assaulting a pregnant woman.

As long as someone paid bail, I could leave that day.

Adrian stood outside the interrogation room and looked at me with a conflicted expression.

“Elena, Isabella won’t hold what happened today against you.”

“But she was so scared she can’t even eat. Stay here for a few days first.”

“Anyway… you’re used to places like this.”

“I’ll definitely pick you up in three days.”

After he finished, he raised his hand and tried to touch my face.

I turned away.

His hand froze in the air.

His eyes darkened.

“When we get back, I’ll personally restore your face.”

“When Isabella’s child is born, I’ll send her away.”

“After that, we’ll start over.”

I did not look at him once.

Only after he turned and left in disappointment did I slowly stand up and walk to the officer on duty.

“I want to report a crime.”

“I want to speak to a federal agent.”