My Husband Gave Me His Mistress’s Face and Sent Me to Prison for Her Chapter 02

My Husband Gave Me His Mistress’s Face and Sent Me to Prison for Her Chapter 02

After we returned to the Moretti Estate, I nearly stumbled as I rushed toward Noah’s room in my memory.

“Noah?”

“Noah, Mommy’s back.”

The servants in the hallway stared at me in horror.

I thought my face scared them, so I quickly pulled out a wrinkled mask and put it on.

I could not scare Noah.

My Noah had been less than three when I was sent to prison.

He must have grown taller.

Maybe he no longer remembered his mother’s voice.

But that was okay.

I could comfort him slowly.

I could tell him, little by little, that Mommy had never abandoned him.

The moment I pushed the door open, my whole body froze.

The room that used to be full of toys, picture books, and little cars now held only dust and junk.

The sharp smell of mold and trash rolled over me.

My mind went blank.

I turned stiffly and grabbed a maid beside me.

“Where’s Noah?”

“Where did you take my child?”

The maid glanced at Adrian behind me.

Her lips trembled, but she did not dare say a word.

My chest tightened.

Fear rose inside me like a tide.

I turned and grabbed Adrian by the collar.

“Where’s Noah? Adrian, I’m asking you. Where is Noah?”

“You can’t ignore him just because I wasn’t here!”

Adrian closed his eyes.

He looked as if he were enduring pain that had arrived far too late.

After a long time, he finally forced out one sentence.

“Noah… is dead.”

The last tight string in my mind snapped.

Adrian’s voice turned hoarse.

“The child who died in the Brooklyn docks hit-and-run was Noah.”

“Back then, I was afraid you couldn’t take it. I was afraid you’d keep investigating, so I let you stay in prison for a few years.”

“I thought that with enough time, you’d slowly accept it.”

My blood seemed to freeze in my veins.

My body kept shaking.

Tears poured down my face.

“You’re lying.”

“Adrian, I did what you asked. I went to prison for Isabella for five years.”

“Give Noah back to me. Please. Bring my son out.”

Adrian’s face went pale.

“Elena.”

Isabella spoke in a soft, wounded little voice.

“Noah is already dead. It’s useless to keep pushing Adrian.”

“I know you’re angry, but I’ve been repenting too. For the past five years, I stayed with Adrian every day and grieved for both of you.”

Then she gently touched her belly.

“And I’m one month pregnant.”

“They have the same father, so this baby can be Noah’s little brother.”

“When the baby is born, I’ll give the family another heir. Wouldn’t that make up for it?”

I looked up in shock.

My eyes felt like they were about to split.

The next second, I used all my strength and slapped Isabella across the face.

The slap cracked through the room.

My Noah.

How could she talk about his death so lightly?

How could she talk about my child like he was something that could simply be replaced?

Adrian had been about to rush over and help me.

But when he saw Isabella stumble back, he changed direction and held her steady.

Facing my bloodshot eyes, his lips moved.

In the end, he only said one thing.

“Elena, what happened between Isabella and me… it was an accident.”

“But she’s pregnant. Let her keep the child.”

“Noah is dead. I can’t lose another child too.”

Disgusting.

So disgusting.

I rushed forward and grabbed Isabella’s hair.

“A mistress’s child. A murderer’s child. What right does that child have to be compared to my Noah?”

“Adrian, Noah was your real son!”

Isabella screamed.

In the chaos, her nails scratched my face.

Blood slid down my chin and dripped onto the carpet.

Another fresh wound opened across the face that had already been ruined.

Adrian kicked me away on instinct.

The next second, he froze.

“Elena, I…”

He seemed to finally realize what he had done.

Panic flashed across his face.

But soon, he closed his eyes.

“You need to calm down.”

“Someone, take her back to her room. Let her rest.”

Two Moretti soldiers in black suits stepped forward and grabbed me from both sides.

They did not dare look me in the eyes.

They shoved me roughly into the room.

The door was locked from outside.

I collapsed onto the floor, drained of all strength.

Before my eyes, I saw Noah from five years ago.

He was not even three.

He hugged my leg and kept calling me Mommy.

My heart felt like it had been torn open.

Empty.

No amount of tears could bring my Noah back.

That night, Adrian opened the door and came in.

He held out my old phone.

“There are photos and videos of Noah inside.”

“Maybe seeing them will make this easier for you.”

I wanted to rush forward and grab it.

He stopped me.

Then he spoke carefully.

“Elena, Isabella has a prenatal checkup tomorrow.”

“She said if you won’t forgive her, she won’t keep the child.”

“Go with her tomorrow, okay?”

“Agree, and I’ll give you the phone. Every photo of Noah in it.”

I looked at the man in front of me.

Then I laughed until tears came out.

Five years ago, he used Noah to force me into prison.

Five years later, he used Noah’s photos to force me to bow to the murderer.