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On the day both my husband Antonio's mistress Sophia and I were kidnapped, the abductors forced him to choose between us.
Without hesitation, he chose to save the drugged Sophia.
I was left hanging upside down on the edge of a cliff, forced to watch Antonio and Sophia make love for three days and nights. Every moan and slap of flesh against flesh was crystal clear.
The kidnappers cut the rope, and I plummeted off the cliff. I struggled in a pool of blood for seven days, waiting in vain for Antonio to rescue me.
When I finally crawled back to the estate, my legs a mangled mess of blood and flesh, I saw Sophia tearing at her clothes in front of reporters, crying her eyes out.
She begged for my forgiveness, then put on a show of trying to jump off the balcony: "Isabella, please don't blame Antonio. He just wanted to save me. It's all my fault for ruining your marriage. I'll repay with my life!"
I looked at her coldly and said, "I'll personally prepare the most luxurious coffin for you."
Everyone was stunned.
Antonio glared at me in disgust, holding her tightly as he announced to everyone, "I'm going to marry Sophia."
In front of the cameras, he drew lots to determine the wedding date, landing on next month.
After my heart was completely shattered, even the pain became numb.I wiped away my tears, removed the ring from my fourth finger, and dialed the long-buried phone number.
The man on the other end of the line, his deep voice wrapped in dangerous amusement: "Finally... remembered me?"

The Mafia Bride's Retribution

He suddenly stopped in his tracks, rushed over to snatch the agreement, and gripped my arm tightly.


He glanced at Sophia, then whispered to me, "Isabella, stop messing around. I won't allow you to leave me."


"I was too impulsive earlier. Don't be angry, okay? I was just worried Sophia might do something rash. You understand me, right?"


My coldness irritated him, and the anger he had been suppressing suddenly exploded.


He was about to say something when a group of people burst in, interrupting him.


A middle-aged woman from the group rushed over and slapped me hard across the face.


"So you're the slut who seduced my son! He's only 17 and you couldn't leave him alone! Are you fit to be a dance teacher?"


"If I hadn't checked to see if my son was studying dance seriously by going to the nightclub to check the security footage, I would never have known you did such a disgusting thing to a child!"


I clutched my face, trembling with rage as I shouted, "It wasn't me! I didn't do it!"


She pulled out her phone and showed it to everyone: "Reporters, look! This is the security footage from that time! Isabella, you despicable woman, how dare you deny it!"


I pointed at the video: "That blurry silhouette proves nothing. ll dance teachers dress the same way!"She took out the voice recorder again, and my voice played:


"If you make me feel good, he'll give you special training. This year's Youth Latin Dance Championship title will be yours."


Then, obviously synthesized moans of ecstasy erupted throughout the room.


Reporters snapped photos of me relentlessly, cornering me as I covered my ears, repeating over and over: "It wasn't me..."


Antonio looked at my pathetic state, a glimmer of pity flashing in his eyes.


He unexpectedly stood in front of me: "I believe the person in the video is not her. Parents, please don't worry. I will thoroughly investigate this matter."


I suddenly realized that the address of the Sicily villa was little known. It was impossible for parents and reporters to find this place so precisely.


I looked at Sophia smiling smugly in the corner, and everything became clear.


There were only two dance instructors at the nightclub - me and Sophia.


With tears in her eyes, she frantically explained: "I'm already pregnant with Antonio's child. How could it be me? The surveillance footage shows I was with Antonio the whole time."


As soon as she finished speaking, the air instantly froze. Antonio stood rooted to the spot.


The accusations turned back to me as a reporter sharply questioned:


"Wasn't Antonio supposed to marry Sophia?""Why are you still entangled with Isabella when you're already pregnant?"


"Were all those vows in front of the cameras just lies to deceive us?"


"Mr. Antonio, are you sure you want to shield Isabella who is morally corrupt?"


Suddenly, Sophia grabbed my hand and fell heavily to the ground.


Without hesitation, Antonio rushed forward and held her in his arms.


The hint of pity in his eyes for me instantly vanished, and he raged, "Isabella, how can you be so vicious!"


Sophia held back her tears and said weakly, "Antonio, it hurts so much... I know I shouldn't have gotten pregnant with your child, but the baby is innocent. How can Isabella be so heartless..."


His face darkened as he picked up the divorce papers from the ground and hastily signed his name.


"Isabella, you're not worthy of being my wife!"


Chapter 3