CHAPTER 2: THE LIE!

"Oh my stomach. Argh.."

Isabella sat on the cold floor, clutching her stomach, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Her heart ached more than her bruised body. Wyan's accusations echoed in her mind, each word cutting deeper than the last. 

She did not know how the picture got made or why her husband, whom she cherished dearly, would fall for such a terrible lie. As she attempted to steady her breathing, her hands shook, but the pain in her chest persisted.

The door creaked open once more as she was about to take a moment to collect herself. Mrs. June was not the one this time. It was Sophie Ben, Wyan's coworker at Ben Company and the heiress to the city's richest family.

Sophie had always been a thorn in Isabella's side because she wanted Wyan, but her presence tonight had an even darker undertone.

Sophie's perfectly styled hair and polished demeanor stood out against Isabella's disheveled appearance as she wore an expensive silk suit.

She walked inside, her sharp heels clicking against the wooden floor, her expression a mix of amusement and disdain.

"Oh, what a pathetic sight," Sophie sneered, her cold gaze sweeping over Isabella's tear-stained face and swollen belly. "So this is how the mighty Isabella fell. Not that you were mighty in the first place."

Isabella raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "Sophie? What are you doing here?"

Sophie crossed her arms and grinned. "I obviously came to see Wyan. But what do I find? You, sitting here like a pathetic little wretch. Tell me, Isabella, how it feels to be exposed for the cheat you are."

The words sting, but Isabella refuses to let them break her further. She pushed herself up, her hands bracing her back.

"I do not know what you are talking about, Sophie," she replied, her voice shaky but firm. "I did not do anything wrong."

Sophie laughed, a cold, mocking sound that echoed through the room. "Oh, please spare me this innocent act. Wyan has seen the photograph. He knows what you are. And now he realizes what I have always known—that you do not deserve him."

Isabella's eyes widened as she realized what had happened. "You are behind this, are you not?" she asked, raising her voice. "You fabricated that picture!"

Sophie's grin grew wider. She did not even bother to deny it. "And what if I did? Wyan believes it, right? That is all that matters. Now, like a good little wife, sign the divorce papers. Make way for someone more deserving, like myself."

Sophie's confession was so audacious that Isabella was speechless for a moment. But then a fire started inside her. She straightened her back and placed her hand protectively on her belly.

"I will not divorce Wyan. Do you hear what I am saying? Never."

Sophie's smile vanished, leaving behind a glare. "Oh really? Then you will pay the price."

"Let me go Sophie, let me go!" Sophie grabbed Isabella, rendering her powerless. Sophie shoved Isabella hard, causing her to stumble backward into the edge of the table.

The impact was sharp and brutal, landing on her stomach. Isabella cried out in agony, clutching her stomach as tears streamed down her face.

"Maybe you should just die with your baby," Sophie hissed, her voice poisonous. She took a step back, her expression cold and emotionless.

Sophie suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Wyan was approaching. Thinking quickly, she threw herself to the ground, pretending to be injured.

When Wyan entered the room, his gaze was drawn to Sophie, who was lying on the floor with her face contorted in fake pain.

"Sophie!" Wyan dashed to her side, his expression filled with concern. "What happened?"

Sophie clutched her arm, her voice trembling with insincere distress. "Wyan, I came to check on you. I wanted to make sure you were all right. But Isabella…she attacked me."

Wyan's expression darkened, and his jaw tightened as he turned to face Isabella. She remained leaning against the table, her hand on her stomach, her face pale from pain and fear.

"Isabella!" he yelled, striding towards her. "You still have the audacity to fight others despite everything you have done?"

Isabella shook her head, her voice breaking as she attempted to explain. "Wyan, no. That was not what happened. She—"

"Enough!" Wyan interrupted, grabbing her neck once more. The pressure made her gasp for air, and her hands struggled to push him away. "You have no remorse, do you? You have ruined everything, and now you are fighting the people who actually care about me?"

"Wyan, Please—" Isabella begged, her voice choking. However, he refused to listen. He pushed her to the floor, and she landed hard, clutching her belly once more.

Sophie sat up and pretended to be concerned. "Wyan, stop," she said softly, her tone tinged with fake kindness. "She is pregnant. Please do not hurt her. She is heavily pregnant with your baby."

Wyan hesitated for a moment, but his rage did not subside. "She does not deserve sympathy, Sophie," he remarked bitterly. "After everything she has done, she deserves nothing."

He turned to assist Sophie while keeping his back to Isabella. However, as he led Sophie to the door, a heartbreaking scream stopped him in his tracks.

"Wyan!" Isabella's voice was filled with fear and agony.

He turned around, his eyes widening as he saw her doubled over on the ground, a pool of blood spreading beneath her.

For a brief moment, everything else faded away—the photograph, the accusations, Sophie's presence. All he saw was Isabella, bleeding and clutching her stomach, her face twisted in pain.

"Isabella!" he exclaimed, sprinting to her side. Sophie stood motionless, her face pale, as she witnessed the events unfold.

Isabella looked up at Wyan, her eyes filled with anguish and hopelessness.

"Wyan, please help me..." she pleaded before passing out.

For the first time, Wyan experienced a twinge of guilt and fear. He scooped her up in his arms, his mind racing as he dialed 911. As Sophie became aware that things had gotten out of her control, her arrogant satisfaction subsided.