The Ex Wife a Redemption A Love Reborn
Chapter 44
The wind whlipped mercilessly across the balcony, Trabella Scott’s One designer slipper clung precariously in her minimed tree while t bare calculatest detail in her performance of desperation. Her swollen eyes and tear streaked makeup completed the image of a woman
Below, a growing crowd of reporters and onlookers gathered, their cameras flashing like stars in the twilight. Police Barriers created a sendevul. distance, while firefighters positioned themselves strategically around the building’s perimeter. The scene was set for the perfect media queue Scott knew exactly how to play her role.
I stood in the doorway, my presence forced by Henry’s threat regarding Billy. If he hadn’t used my son as leverage. I would never have come up here to witness this nauseating spectacle. What sins did 1 commit in my past life, I wondered bitterly, to be bound to Henry Harding in this one?
A particularly strong gust of wind caught Isabella off guard – or perhaps right on cue with perfectly choreographed fear as she teetered on the edge of her remaining slipper.
sending her stumbling dramatically toward me: Her face cantorted
“Isabella!” Henry’s reaction was instant, his powerful arms wrapping around her waist before she could fall. She collapsed against him like a willing flower. her silk robe tangling around them both as the wind continued its assault.
“Henry, she whimpered, clinging to his waist. “I’m so scared. Everything’s gone wrong… so terribly wrong…
I watched their intimate embrace with detached disgust. Henry’s protective stance around Isabella, the tender way he shielded her from the wind it was like watching a scene from some romantic drama. Except this wasn’t fiction, and I wasn’t just an audience member.
“Sophia, Isabella’s voice trembled as she turned her tear–stained face toward me. “Please, you have to believe me. I never instructed Nancy to do that to you: I would never do something so horrible!”
The irony of her plea might have made me laugh if I wasn’t so tired of her games. Wasn’t instructing Nancy? Right. And I suppose your private nurse just decided to lock me in that bathroom out of the goodness of her heart?
“Henry, Isabella’s voice cracked perfectly, “tell Sophia I would never hurt her like that. Tell her!”
I watched Henry’s face soften as he looked down at her, his expression holding none of the coldness I’d grown accustomed to. He shrugged off his cashmere coat, wrapping it carefully around Isabella’s shoulders.
“Everything will be fine,” he murmured, his voice gentler than I’d ever heard it. “Trust me, I’ll handle this.”
“No!” Isabella clutched at his shirt, her designer manicure catching the fabric. “I need Sophia to understand! I never meant to come between you two. I just… I just wanted to be near you, Henry. Is that so wrong? To love someone so much it hurts?”
Her tears fell like perfectly cut diamonds, each one calculated for maximum effect. The crowd below had grown larger, their phones and cameras capturing every moment of this theatrical performance.
“Isabella, Henry’s voice was honey–warm, “let’s go inside. You’re shivering.”
“I’ve been so wrong,” she continued as if she hadn’t heard him, her voice carrying just far enough to reach the nearest cameras. “So selfish. I should have stayed away, but I couldn’t. My love for you has always been my weakness, Henry. Even now, when I know I should let go, I can’t help wanting to be close to
you.”
I felt bile rise in my throat at her performance. The social media storm that had driven us to this point flashed through my mind – how the public had initially sympathized with Isabella as the victim of arranged marriage politics, how they’d believed her five–year absence was due to a broken heart. But then the video of my bathroom imprisonment had leaked, and suddenly #HardingAffair was trending nationwide.
“That’s enough.” Henry’s voice cut through my thoughts like a blade. “Sophia, Isabella says she wasn’t involved. That should be the end of it.”
I met his gaze steadily, no longer intimidated by his cold gray eyes. “The end of what, exactly? Your mistress’s little performance?
“You will apologize.” His voice dropped dangerously. “Now.”
Isabella seized her moment, another bout of theatrical coughing wracking her slim frame. I just want her to understand,” she gasped betwe stream… if she could just apologize publicly… clear my name…”
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“Fix what exactly?” I met his gave with newfound defiance. Your mistress’s reputation? Or your carefully constdreted lieve
Henty a jaw clenched visibly. “You’re testing my patience, Sophia.
And you’re testing my sanity,‘ I shot back. “How many more of Isabella’s performances do I have to endure?
The emergency personnel shifted uncomfortably around us. “Mrs. Harding, one paramedic ventured, “perhaps an apology would be the quickest T
resolve-
I will not apologize for the truth,” I cut him off, my voice steady despite the pain coursing through my body. The way Henry looked at (subella, the tenderness in his touch – it should have broken my heart. Instead, I felt nothing but contempt.
Henry moved toward me then, his height casting “Apologize, Now.”
I looked into his eyes, seeing not my husband but
my face. “Last chance,” he growled, his hand rising threateningly toward my throat.
consumed
by his
own delusions. “Go ahead,” I whispered. ‘Show everyone who you really are.
The paramedics moved quickly then, stepping between us. “Sir, please step away from your wife,” one ordered firmly. “Mrs. Harding, please consider the consequences. For everyone’s sake.”
I closed my eyes briefly, letting the wind cool my face. When Isabella.
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opened them again, my decision was made. Instead of backing down, I walked straight toward
“You want a live stream?” My voice carried clearly across the balcony. “Let’s see just how well that works out.”
The look of uncertainty that flashed across Isabella’s perfect features told me everything I needed to know. She hadn’t expected this response – she’d counted on my fear, my submission. But I was done playing by her rules.
I pulled out my phone, my fingers steady as I opened the social media app. ‘You’re right, Isabella. The public deserves to know the truth. All of it.”
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