My Husband Gave Me His Mistress’s Face and Sent Me to Prison for Her Chapter 04

My Husband Gave Me His Mistress’s Face and Sent Me to Prison for Her Chapter 04

Adrian’s POV 

Three days later, I arrived at the police station on time to pick 

up Elena. 

This time, I did not bring Isabella. 

Not because I had finally learned to stand with Elena. 

I was only afraid that if Elena saw Isabella again, she would lose control. 

When I arrived, Elena was sitting on a bench outside the interrogation room. 

Her head was lowered. 

She held that old phone tightly in her arms. 

It held Noah’s photos and videos. 

Her fingers were painfully thin, her knuckles white, as if one 

touch from me would shatter her. 

My chest suddenly hurt. 

Five years ago, she had not been like this. 

Back then, Elena was bright and proud. 

Wherever she went, she looked like a beam of light. 

She stayed up with me to revise investment plans for the medical center. 

After I dealt with the family’s dirty work, she would cook hot soup for me with her own hands. 

She held Noah before he could talk and smiled as she asked 

me, 

“Adrian, do you think he’ll look more like me or more like you?” 

Back then, I thought I could protect everything. 

The family. The business. My wife. My child. 

But now, I had sent her to prison for five years with my own hands. 

I had turned her into the broken woman in front of me. 

I walked up to her and said softly, “Elena, I’m here to take you home.” 

She did not lift her head. 

After a long time, she stood with the phone in her arms. 

Her voice was hoarse. 

“Didn’t you say you’d restore my face?” 

My heart tightened. 

I nodded at once. 

“Yes.” 

“I’ve arranged everything.” 

“We’ll go to the Moretti Private Medical Center now.” 

She finally looked up at me. 

On that ruined face, there was no hatred. 

No tears. 

Only dead silence. 

I would rather she hit me, curse me, or stare at me with those 

blood–red eyes like she had yesterday. I did not want to see her this calm. 

Because that calm scared me. 

It felt as if she had already cut me completely out of her life. 

I could not help explaining. 

“Elena, I’ll operate myself this time.” 

“I’ll restore your original face.” 

“Once you heal, we’ll start over.” 

She looked at me coldly. 

For one second, I thought she would mock me. 

But she only said in a low voice, “Drive.” 

I froze for a moment. 

Then I turned and opened the car door for her. 

She did not speak the whole way. 

Several times, I wanted to say something. 

But I did not know what I could say. 

Sorry? 

That I regretted it? 

The five years she lost, Noah’s life, and her parents‘ lives could not be exchanged for one regret. 

When the car stopped outside the Moretti Private Medical Center in Manhattan, the sky was dark and heavy. 

This building had been my proudest work. 

On the surface, it was one of New York’s top reconstructive medical institutions. 

Behind the scenes, it was also the Moretti family’s cleanest legal business. 

But it had not been built by me alone. 

Elena had gone with me to every investment meeting. 

She had helped me keep the made men who refused to accept 

me in line. 

She had stayed up late helping me organize the accounts that 

could never see daylight. 

I had promised her this: 

Once the medical center was stable, I would put it under her 

name. 

But later, I gave the shares and dividends to Isabella. 

And Elena had been sent to prison by me, wearing Isabella’s 

face and bearing all her crimes. 

Thinking of that, I almost didn’t dare look at her. 

I led her into the private surgical floor. 

The nurses had already prepared the operating room. 

When they saw Elena’s face, someone instinctively gasped. 

I swept a cold look over them. 

They immediately lowered their heads. 

I helped Elena to the operating table and tried to soften my 

voice. 

“Elena, trust me.” 

“This time, I’ll give you your own face back.” 

“After this, we’ll go back to the way we were.” 

She slowly lay down on the operating table. 

The cold surgical light fell over her. 

Then I saw her body start trembling. 

Her breathing grew quick. 

Her fingers gripped the sheet tightly. 

At that moment, I remembered what had happened five years ago. 

She had also lain on this same operating table. 

Her hands and feet had been tied down. 

Her eyes had been full of fear and disbelief. 

She had cried and asked me, “Adrian, are you really going to do this to me?” 

And what had I said to her then? 

I had said, “Elena, please, just this once. Think of Noah.” 

I used the child she loved most to force her to bow her head. 

My throat suddenly felt blocked. 

I bent down and held her hand. 

“Elena, don’t be scared.” 

“It won’t be like that this time.” 

She stared at me. 

There was not a trace of trust in her eyes. 

Then she handed me a storage drive. 

“Adrian.” 

“Remember to listen to it.” 

I froze. 

“What is this?” 

She did not answer. 

She only repeated, “Remember to listen to it.” 

I thought it held the words she had wanted to tell me for five 

years. 

Maybe hatred. 

Maybe accusation. 

Maybe the last chance she was willing to give me. 

I put the storage drive into my suit pocket and said softly, “Okay. I’ll listen.” 

Then I told the nurses to secure her wrists and ankles, prep 

her skin, and administer anesthesia. 

I had just put on my gloves when the operating room door was 

pushed open. 

Isabella rushed in. 

Her face was pale, and her eyes were red, like she had just 

cried. 

I frowned. 

“Why are you here?” 

Isabella did not look at Elena. 

She walked straight to me and grabbed my hand. 

“Adrian, can I do Elena’s surgery?” 

I almost thought I had heard wrong. 

“What did you say?” 

She lowered her head, looking wronged. 

“I’m the deputy director here, but no one respects me.” 

“They say behind my back that I only rely on you. They say I don’t know anything.” 

“This time, Elena is family. Even if I don’t do it perfectly, she won’t really blame me.” 

Elena struggled violently on the operating table. 

“Adrian, you can’t agree!” 

“She has no idea what she’s doing!” 

“You promised me you’d do it yourself!” 

“You can’t keep lying to me. Not again.” 

Her voice was sharp enough to break. 

My heart felt as if something had stabbed it. 

Of course I knew Isabella could not do it. 

But she cried. 

She stood in front of me with red eyes, one hand gently covering her still–flat belly. 

“I knew it. In your heart, Elena will always matter more than me.” 

“If that’s the case, let them keep laughing at me.” 

“There’s no need to keep this baby either.” 

“Anyway, he’s already unwanted before he’s even born.” 

My temple throbbed hard. 

“Don’t say that.” 

Her tears fell harder. 

“Adrian, I just want to prove myself once.” 

“You can watch me from the side.” 

“I won’t mess around.” 

I turned to look at Elena. 

She was looking at me too. 

Her eyes were so red they almost bled. 

I knew I should not agree. 

But at that moment, I thought of the child in Isabella’s belly. 

Noah was already dead. 

I could not lose another child. 

I stayed silent for a long time. 

Finally, I said, “Okay.” 

Elena’s eyes went completely cold in that instant. 

It was not anger. 

It was the dead silence left after I crushed her last bit of hope 

with my own hands. 

Panic hit my chest. 

I quickly added, “But I’ll supervise the entire procedure.” 

“Isabella, you can only follow my plan.” 

Isabella smiled through her tears. 

“I know.” 

“Thank you, Adrian.” 

Elena stared at me. 

“Adrian, you’re a monster.” 

I raised my hand, wanting to touch her hair. 

She could not move away, so she closed her eyes. 

It looked as if she were enduring something filthy. 

My hand froze in the air. 

In the end, I only said softly, “Elena, do as you’re told.” 

“I’ll be right here. I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

As soon as I finished, a nurse rushed in. 

“Boss, there’s a medical dispute outside.” 

“The other party is a woman connected to one of the family’s 

made men. She’s hysterical and says she has to see you.” 

“She said if you don’t go out, she’ll call the police and report 

this to the federal health regulators.” 

My face darkened. 

This medical center was the Moretti family’s cleanest asset. 

It could not get into trouble. 

I looked at Elena, then at Isabella. 

The unease in my chest grew heavier. 

But in the end, I still took off my gloves. 

“I’ll deal with it.” 

Elena’s eyes changed completely. 

It looked like she had known all along that I would still leave. 

I avoided her gaze. 

“Elena, this medical center is our life’s work.” 

“You wouldn’t want it destroyed today.” 

“I’ll be right back.” 

Before leaving, I turned back and warned Isabella. 

“Don’t start until I come back.” 

“Do you hear me?” 

Isabella nodded obediently. 

“I know.” 

I believed her. 

I actually believed her again. 

While I handled the dispute, my heart never settled. 

The woman cried and shouted, but I could not hear a word. 

All I saw in my mind was Elena lying on the operating table with those dead eyes. 

I grew more and more irritated. 

In the end, I told the lawyer to take over and rushed back to 

the operating room. 

As I passed the hallway, I heard several nurses whispering. 

“Did you hear? In the VIP operating room, the deputy director 

started cutting without anesthesia.” 

“That patient’s face was already covered in wounds. She’s so 

pitiful.” 

“Didn’t the boss say to wait until he came back?” 

“Who would dare stop the deputy director? She said the boss 

would clean up after her.” 

My blood went cold. 

I rushed to the operating room. 

My finger shook badly when I pressed the access panel. 

The door slowly opened. 

I thought I would hear Elena screaming. 

But it was terrifyingly quiet inside. 

Elena was gone from the operating table. 

There were only bloodstains everywhere, messy and dark. 

And torn restraints. 

At that moment, I finally knew. 

Once again, I had pushed Elena into hell.