CHAPTER 4: A STORM OF ACCUSATIONS

The hospital room was tense, as though the grief and rage coming from within were absorbed by the walls themselves.

Wyan's face twisted in rage as he stared at Isabella, who lay on the hospital bed, her tear-stained face etched with anguish.

"You are unbelievable," Wyan said, his voice cold and unwavering. "You smashed into the coffee table yourself, Isabella. That is how it all happened! You were the cause of the miscarriage!"

Isabella gasped, her voice quivering as she defended herself. "No way, Wyan! I did not run into anything on my own. Sophie had pushed me! She is responsible for our child's death!"

Sophie, who stood next to Wyan, lowered her head slightly, her lips curling into a barely visible smirk. Her expression was brief, with the satisfaction concealed before Wyan could notice it.

Sophie moved forward, her hands clasped in front of her, her expression innocent. "Wyan, I can not believe she would continue to make these baseless accusations. I understand she is grieving, but why drag me into it? It is unkind."

Isabella shook her head vehemently, her voice becoming stronger despite her weakened condition. "You are lying, Sophie! You wanted this—you wanted to get everything from me!"

"I do not want to hear your lies anymore," Wyan exclaimed, his patience fraying. "You have no reason to blame Sophie for this. She has only supported me, while you..." He gesticulated angrily at her. "You have only brought chaos into my life!"

Sophie's expression was satisfied as Wyan made such a statement to Isabella. She did not need to say anything at this point because everything was going her way.

Sophie smiled mockingly, and Isabella felt a dagger in her heart. Especially since Wyan would no longer believe anything she said.

Isabella shook her head vehemently, tears streaming down her face. "Why are you not believing me, Wyan? She pushed me, I swear!"

Isabella was having trouble controlling her emotions, and her chest heaved. "You want me gone, do you not, Wyan?" she asked bitterly. "You want to get rid of me so you can be with Sophie. Is that not what all of this is about?

Wyan's voice lowered to a dangerous growl. "That is enough, Isabella! Stop acting like the victim. It is pathetic. You are desperate to blame Sophie when the truth is that you caused this."

"Brought this on myself?" Isabella's voice crackled with disbelief. "How could you say that? If you trusted me and cared about me even slightly, our child would still be alive!"

"Trust you?" Wyan scoffed, his tone tinged with contempt. "Why would I trust a person like you? Isabella, you cheated on me. You do not have the right to play the victim here!"

"Cheated on you?" Isabella's voice became increasingly desperate. "I have never cheated on you, Wyan! You already know that! If you believed in me even once, you would see the truth!"

Her words only seemed to aggravate Wyan's rage. He slammed his fist into the edge of the bed, making Isabella flinch.

"Shut up, Isabella!" He yelled, his voice echoing through the room.

Sophie stood quietly to the side, folded her arms, and leaned back slightly, her pleasure growing as Wyan continued to chastise Isabella. It was all going exactly as she had planned.

Isabella, on the other hand, would not give up. Her voice became stronger despite the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I will never stop telling you the truth, Wyan. I will hold you both accountable for this—for killing my child!"

Wyan was taken aback by the fire in her eyes, which quickly turned to disdain. "You are delusional," he said coldly.

In a fit of rage, Isabella grabbed the flower vase from the bedside table. She raised it with shaky hands, her target clearly visible.

"You will pay for this, Sophie!" she yelled, her voice full of raw emotion.

Sophie screamed in terror and backed away, but Wyan was quicker. He lunged forward and grabbed the vase from Isabella's grasp before she could throw it. He pushed her back onto the bed and firmly pinned her wrists down.

"Are you crazy, Isabella?" Wyan exclaimed, his face inches from hers. "You should be held accountable for what happened!"

Isabella fought against his grip, her voice breaking. "I will never forgive you for this, Wyan. Never!"

Wyan let go of her wrists and straightened up, his expression hard and unforgiving. "Isabella, stay here in the sick bay and reflect on all of your bad deeds. Maybe then you will understand what you have done."

He turned to Sophie, his demeanour softening slightly. "Let us go."

Sophie nodded, but not before giving Isabella a mocking look. As she followed Wyan out of the room, she waved at Isabella with a sly grin, her pleasure barely contained.

***

The atmosphere changed outside the hospital room. Sophie spoke to Wyan with a concerned expression and a soft, pleading tone.

"Wyan, please.You should not divorce her. I know she is done terrible things, but perhaps she just needs some time to reflect."

Wyan smirked bitterly while shaking his head. "Divorce her? She will pay for everything she has done first. Then I will seriously consider divorcing her."

Sophie's heart sank upon hearing his words. She had hoped for an immediate promise of separation, but Wyan's lingering affection for Isabella, no matter how minor, was a setback. Nonetheless, she remained calm.

"You are right," Sophie said softly, trying to smile. "She deserved to face the consequences."

Wyan chose not to respond. His fists were clenched, his face a mask of rage as he stormed out, leaving Sophie alone in the hallway.

Sophie took out her phone once she knew he was out of earshot. When the call came in, she dialed a number with a sharp and commanding tone.

"I need a paternity test right away," she said.

The voice on the other end of the line responded briefly, "Alright, ma'am."

Sophie nodded curtly before hanging up the phone. Sophie tucked her phone back into her purse, her lips curled into a sinister smile.

"Isabella," she said quietly, "you must divorce Wyan, one way or another."