My Husband Gave Me His Mistress’s Face and Sent Me to Prison for Her Chapter 05

My Husband Gave Me His Mistress’s Face and Sent Me to Prison for Her Chapter 05

Elena’s POV 

When the federal agents rushed into the operating room, I was already in so much pain I nearly lost consciousness. 

Isabella had not given me anesthesia. 

When she came toward me with the scalpel, her eyes were full 

of malice she did not bother to hide. 

She said, “Elena, do you know?” 

“What I hate most is the way you can always endure everything.” 

“You already spent five years in prison. Your face is already ruined. Why could you still come back?” 

“Why did Adrian still feel sorry for you the moment he saw you?” 

When the blade cut into me, pain made my whole body convulse. 

I wanted to scream. 

But my throat locked up. 

The nurses beside us were pale. 

Not one of them dared stop her. 

Isabella smiled and leaned close. 

“Don’t be scared.” 

“This time, I’ll turn you into a monster no one dares look at.” 

“By then, even if Adrian feels guilty, he won’t want to touch 

you.” 

I bit my lip hard. 

Blood spread through my mouth. 

I told myself I could not faint. 

I could not die. 

I had survived five years. 

I hadn’t come this far just to collapse now. 

Just as Isabella raised the scalpel again, the operating room door was forced open from outside. 

“FBI!” 

“Everyone put down what’s in your hands!” 

Isabella’s smile froze. 

The nurses screamed and backed away. 

She tried to hide the scalpel behind her. 

But the agents who rushed in pinned her down on the spot. 

I saw her shout in panic. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m the deputy director of this medical center!” 

“This is a normal surgery!” 

The female agent in charge quickly walked to my side. 

When she saw the blood on my face, her eyes turned cold. 

“Ms. Carter, we’re here.” 

Those words snapped the nerve I had held tight for too long. 

I closed my eyes. 

Tears slid from the corners into my hair. 

They had come. 

I had finally waited them out. 

Actually, from the day at the police station, I had already stopped trusting Adrian. 

He said he would pick me up in three days. 

He said he would restore my original face. 

He said he would send Isabella away after her child was born. 

He said we would start over from then on. 

But he had made too many promises. 

Five years ago, he had also said that as long as I took the fall for Isabella, he would compensate me properly. 

In the end, I lost my face. 

I lost my freedom. 

I lost Noah. 

I lost my parents, too. 

So when he left the police station, I immediately stood up and 

walked to the officer on duty. 

I said, “I want to report a crime.” 

“I want to speak to a federal agent.” 

At first, the officer looked at me with suspicion. 

That was understandable. 

I had just been brought in for disorderly conduct and assaulting a pregnant woman. 

My face was covered in wounds. 

My mind was on the verge of collapse. 

I did not sound like a reliable witness. 

But I did not back down. 

I told them everything I could. 

I said that five years ago, Isabella had run over and killed my 

son, Noah. 

I said Adrian had personally altered my face and sent me to 

prison with Isabella’s face. 

I said they had forged identity documents, altered medical 

records, and fabricated evidence to frame me. 

I also said I had evidence. 

That night, I did not sleep. 

I held Noah’s phone and looked at him all night. 

But I was not only looking at photos. 

I was also searching through old files. 

This phone was a backup phone I had hidden before I went to prison five years ago. 

It was connected to the backup surveillance system I had secretly installed in the Moretti Estate hallway back then. 

At the time, I had always felt something inside the family was 

wrong. 

I was afraid someone might hurt Noah, so I secretly made 

backups. 

I never expected that the thing that saved me in the end would 

be my own caution from years ago. 

The surveillance backup preserved the footage from that night 

five years ago. 

Adrian had his men push me into the medical room. 

Isabella stood outside the door crying. 

And in his own voice, he said he would replace my face with 

Isabella’s. 

I also found one of the nurses who had taken part in the 

surgery. 

She had been tortured by nightmares for years. 

When she heard my voice, she cried so hard she could barely 

speak. 

She said, “Ms. Carter, I’m sorry.” 

“I’m willing to testify.” 

She gave me the surgery records, identity–swap files, drug records, and the recording of Adrian giving the order. 

I handed all of it to the federal agents. 

They quickly started verifying everything. 

All I had to do was wait until they had enough authority to act. 

So when Adrian came for me three days later, I went with him. 

I knew he would take me to the Moretti Private Medical 

Center. 

I also knew that as long as I appeared there, Isabella would never let the chance pass. 

She hated me too much. 

She would never allow me to get my own face back. 

It was not that I was not afraid. 

When I lay on that operating table again, my bones were shaking. 

But I was even more afraid of spending the rest of my life wearing Isabella’s face. 

I was afraid Noah would not recognize me. 

I was afraid my parents would not recognize me. 

I was afraid even I would slowly forget what the real Elena 

Carter looked like. 

Adrian asked me what the storage drive was. 

I did not tell him. 

It did not contain any final words I wanted to say to him. 

It contained Isabella’s voice. 

It was the recording of her bragging to me in the hospital 

hallway. 

She said she had deliberately killed Noah. 

She said she had mailed the judgment and my prison photos to 

my parents. 

She said their bodies had stayed in the house for days before 

anyone found them. 

At that moment, I almost went insane. 

But my phone had been recording the whole time. 

I copied that recording onto the storage drive and gave it to 

Adrian. 

I wanted him to hear it himself. 

I wanted him to hear what kind of monster he had protected 

for five years. 

I wanted him to hear how stupid he was, how cruel he was, and 

how badly he deserved to burn for it. 

When I was sent to the hospital, the wounds on my face were 

still bleeding. 

The female agent held my hand. 

“Ms. Carter, the evidence you submitted has been 

preliminarily verified.” 

“The arrest warrant has been served.” 

“We’ll continue the investigation and get justice for you and 

your family.” 

lay on the hospital bed and stared at the white ceiling. 

My heart did not feel the relief I had imagined. 

There was only emptiness after grief and pain. 

Did I win? 

I did not know. 

Noah would not come back. 

My parents would not come back. 

My five years would not come back either. 

But from today on, I would not be the only one living in hell. 

I closed my eyes and let the doctors treat the wounds on my 

face. 

This time, I was still the one bleeding. 

But the people who deserved hell finally had to face it.