Chapter 187
I couldn’t help but laugh at the shamelessness of this man. It was truly unbelievable–he had embraced and kissed Isabella when she was ‘sick and needed ‘support, yet now when confronted, he pretended complete ignorance.
While Henry had certainly supported Isabella during her illness, supposedly helping her move around, he’d never actively kissed her, let alone slept with her. At least, that’s what he believed.
So where did these photos come from? He was genuinely curious.
“You want to see them? Fine,” I said coldly. “I’m sure you’ll find them quite fascinating.”
Thomas stepped forward, his face contorted with disgust. ‘Still playing innocent? You’ve already betrayed your wife and slept with Isabella, and you have the audacity to stand here pretending you’re clueless?” He shook his head, clearly repulsed by Henry’s behavior. “Have some dignity, man. if you’re brave enough to do it, be brave enough to own it.”
Henry’s jaw tightened. He turned to his bodyguards and ordered, ‘I need to deal with a private matter with my wife. Please escort Mr. Sanders out.”
Before Thomas could protest, two burly men grabbed him by the arms and began dragging him away. He struggled against their grip, shouting as they carried him down the corridor.
“You thugs! Put me down!” His voice echoed through the hospital hallway. “I want a one–on–one with Henry! Let me go!”
With Thomas gone, only the bodyguards, Henry, and I remained in the office. I turned to leave, but Henry quickly moved to block the door.
“Sophia, show me these photos you’re talking about,” he demanded, his voice low and threatening.
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I tried to push past him, but he was too strong. Realizing I couldn’t escape, I retaliated with words instead.
“Why don’t you ask Isabella for them? She’s the one who sent them to me.”
Despite Isabella changing her phone number repeatedly to send me these images, I knew it was her. Who else would be so pathetically obsessed? Eventually, I stopped blocking the numbers and instead saved every single photo. If Henry insisted on refusing the divorce, I’d use them as evidence in court.
I suspected Henry’s sudden interest in seeing the photos wasn’t innocent–he probably wanted to destroy my evidence.
Seeing my hesitation, Henry let out a derisive snort. “Are you making this up? Or do you simply have nothing to show?” He paused, his voice softening slightly. “Isabella is so pure–hearted. She would never do something like this.”
I rolled my eyes.
Though Henry acknowledged Isabella’s feelings for him, there was something strange: despite Isabella being his former love, he had never felt any physical attraction toward her. How interesting.
“Oh yes, your precious Isabella is so pure, so kind, 1 mocked. “Compared to her, all other women are witches and villains.” I crossed my arms, fixing him with a cold stare. “If you trust her so completely, why do you even want to see these photos? Go find her instead. Why are you wasting time with me?”
Anger flashed in my eyes, and Henry’s voice deepened. If you have evidence, bring it out. Don’t stand here making baseless accusations and slandering Isabella!”
That did it. His words successfully triggered my rage. “Fine!” I snapped. “My phone’s in the changing room. Let’s go.”
We walked in tense silence to the changing room/I retrieved my phone and forwarded the photos to Henry. He quickly scanned through them, his brow furrowing deeper with each image.
“These are obviously photoshopped,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction.
The photos were high–resolution, clearly taken at close range. In several of them, Isabella’s lips were pressed against Henry’s face. One particularly damning image showed them lying on the same pillow–Isabella’s face pressed against Henry’s, with only half of his face visible. They appeared to be sleeping together. Such intimate scenes couldn’t have been captured by paparazzi or media. So where did they come from?
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Chapter 187
Believe what you want,” I said dismissively. The sun, no matter how bright, can’t wake someone pretending to sleep
Though Henry verbally denied the authenticity of the photos, doubt had clearly taken root in his mind. I pressed my advantage, staring directly into bie
eyes.
“Whether these photos are edited or not should be easy for someone of your stature to determine, I said deliberately, each word sharp and clear, my expert could verify them in minutes. Don’t lose your mind just because Isabella took them.”
I felt some regret, wondering what I’d ever seen in Henry.
Was it really just because he resembled Sam?
Henry opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again. He had no counter–argument. This woman–me–could silence him with just a few words, leaving him
his eyes dangerous. seething. If I weren’t a woman, he’d probably have beaten me to a pulp by now. After several seconds of silence, he glared at me,
“Don’t think I won’t hit you just because you’re a woman,” he threatened. “Push me any further, and 111 take Billy away. You’ll never see him again.
In that moment, he silently acknowledged something: in an argument, the great Henry could never defeat me, the ex–wife he wanted to abandon. But this realization also confirmed another fact–Henry implicitly admitted what I’d said was true, that I hadn’t taken these photos myself, nor had I fabricated them.
These photos truly existed, taken by someone cunning without Henry’s knowledge!
Who could that person be?
The instant Henry mentioned taking Billy away, panic surged through me. My eyes reddened as I glared at him.
“Henry, if you dare do that, I’ll fight you to my last breath!”
After countless instances of Henry using Billy to threaten me, I’d finally thought of a solution.
Touch one hair on Billy’s head, and I’ll kill Isabella–your precious darling!” Fuck this man! He always used Billy to control me. It was time to give him a taste of his own medicine. If he threatened me with Billy, I’d counter with Isabella.
“Who’s afraid of whom?” I snarled. “Isabella is currently staying at our hospital. If I wanted her dead, all it would take is one simple injection, and she’d be gone. Try me if you don’t believe it!”
Henry was completely shocked. He’d never imagined his gentle ex–wife had such a vicious, ruthless side.
“Since you still want to deceive yourself, I continued, backing toward the door, “there’s nothing more to discuss.” I waved dismissively. “Go play by yourself. Get lost! Goodbye, I’m done with this nonsense!”
As he watched me disappear down the hallway, one question dominated Henry’s thoughts: Who had taken those photos?
Deep down in his heart, he already had a vague answer.
He just didn’t want to face it or believe it.
After all, the past had seemed so beautiful.
