My Husband Gave Me His Mistress’s Face and Sent Me to Prison for Her Chapter 07

My Husband Gave Me His Mistress’s Face and Sent Me to Prison for Her Chapter 07

Isabella’s POV 

I had never seen Adrian look at me like that. 

Before, as long as I cried, he softened. 

As long as I said I was scared, he stood on my side. 

As long as I mentioned that my brother had taken a bullet for him, he went silent and gave me anything I wanted. 

I always knew Adrian did not fully love me. 

He had Elena in his heart. 

But so what? 

No matter how much Elena mattered, his guilt mattered more. 

He owed my brother his life. 

As long as that debt existed, I would always have a chance. 

So five years ago, when I hit that child with my car and killed him, my first reaction was not fear. 

It was opportunity. 

Noah was dead. 

Elena would break. 

Adrian would make the cruelest choice to bury the whole thing. 

As long as I cried pitifully enough, as long as I said I did not mean it, as long as I said I did not want to go to prison, he 

would save me. 

And he did. 

He personally sent Elena to the operating table. 

He personally changed her face into mine. 

He personally sent her to federal prison. 

That day, I stood outside the door and listened to Elena cry. 

A vicious rush of satisfaction went through me. 

Why did she get to be Adrian’s wife? 

Why did she get to have his child? 

Why did she get everything I wanted most without fighting for 

it? 

I refused to accept it. 

So later, I mailed the judgment and her prison photos to her 

parents. 

I wanted them to see. 

Their proud daughter had become a murderer. 

I wanted Elena to lose her last family even while she was 

locked away. 

I never thought I was wrong. 

This world had always been like that. 

If you wanted something, you had to take it. 

Only losers preached about right and wrong when they couldn’t take what they wanted. 

But now, Adrian had used that recording to tear apart all my lies in front of everyone. 

I knelt at his feet and cried until my throat went hoarse. 

“Adrian, I was wrong.” 

“I really know I was wrong.” 

“I loved you too much.” 

“I was just afraid of losing you.” 

I reached for my belly. 

“We still have a child.” 

“Even for this baby, please let me go.” 

I thought those words would work. 

Even after Noah died, he still protected me because of the baby in my belly. 

But this time, Adrian’s eyes became even more terrifying. 

He threw my hand away. 

“Shut up.” 

“How dare you mention a child?” 

“My child was killed by you long ago.” 

My whole body froze. 

He had finally stopped treating the child in my belly as my 

life–saving charm. 

For the first time, I was truly afraid. 

Not because of the federal agents. 

Not because of court. 

Not because I might go to prison. 

But because Adrian no longer protected me. 

The person I relied on most had finally started seeing me as his enemy. 

I crawled backward and shook my head desperately. 

“No, it wasn’t like that.” 

“Adrian, listen to me.” 

“I didn’t mean to kill Noah.” 

“I just panicked that day.” 

“I was really scared.” 

He moved toward me step by step. 

I saw him take a set of surgical tools from the study. 

I recognized them. 

They were the first set of surgical tools Elena had ever given him. 

He had always treasured them. 

In the past, he frowned if I even touched them. 

He said they were a memory of Elena staying with him through his hardest years. 

I had been so jealous back then I nearly went crazy. 

That was why I wanted to destroy Elena even more. 

As long as she was gone, everything he treasured would belong to me sooner or later. 

But now, he picked up that knife. 

The blade flashed coldly under the light. 

I was so scared my whole body went weak. 

“Adrian, please.” 

“Don’t do this.” 

“I’ll do anything.” 

“I can apologize to Elena.” 

“I can leave New York.” 

“I’ll never appear in front of you again.” 

He acted like he did not hear me. 

He crouched down and looked at my face. 

“You don’t deserve this face.” 

I understood instantly. 

I screamed. 

“No!” 

“Adrian, I don’t want this!” 

Several family enforcers stood nearby, their expressions grim. 

But no one dared stop him. 

I finally understood. 

Back then, when Elena had been tied to the operating table, 

she must have felt this same despair. 

She screamed until her throat broke, and no one saved her. 

Because Adrian had stood with me. 

Now Adrian stood with her. 

My punishment had finally come. 

When I was held down, I kept crying and screaming. 

“Adrian!” 

“I love you!” 

“I did all of this because I loved you!” 

He looked at me coldly. 

“Your love makes me sick.” 

At that moment, it felt like someone had slapped me hard. 

I suddenly wanted to laugh. 

Disgusts him? 

Now I disgusted him? 

When I cried and begged him to save me, why did he not feel disgusted? 

When he sent Elena to prison, why did he not feel disgusted? 

When he let me move into the Moretti Estate and gave me shares in the medical center, why did he not feel disgusted? 

I was not the only one who pushed Elena down. 

He did too. 

All of them did. 

Why was I the only monster now? 

I struggled desperately. 

Broken cries came from my throat. 

Then sharp sirens sounded outside the hall. 

One after another. 

Closer and closer. 

The men holding me panicked. 

Adrian’s movements also stopped. 

The front door was slammed open from outside. 

Police officers and federal agents rushed in. 

Someone shouted, “Drop the weapon!” 

“Nobody move!” 

I collapsed on the floor, shaking all over. 

Blood and tears mixed together, blurring everything in front 

of me. 

I saw Adrian being pinned down. 

I also saw him staring at me the whole time. 

There was no love in his eyes. 

No pity. 

Only hatred. 

Suddenly, I found it funny. 

The man I had schemed so hard to steal destroyed me with his 

own hands in the end. 

And Elena, the woman I hated most, was not even here. 

She did not need to do anything. 

We had already rotted by ourselves.