“Sign the papers and leave, beggar,” they mocked her during the divorce — until three black luxury cars pulled up outside.

“Show him.”

Mr. Caldwell hesitated… then opened his folder.

He slid several glossy photographs across the table.

They stopped in front of Edward.

Isabella had never seen them before.

Her chest tightened.

Edward picked up the first photograph.

It showed Isabella entering a hotel lobby.

And suddenly…

The room held its breath.

The next photo—
Isabella standing beside a man.

The third—

The two of them inside the hotel elevator.

Camille folded her arms smugly.

“Pretty clear,” she said.

Ryan avoided Isabella’s eyes.

Edward studied the photos for a long moment.

Then he calmly placed them back on the table.

“These are real photographs,” he said.

Arthur smirked.

Edward continued.

“But the story attached to them is… creative.”

Arthur’s smile faltered.

Edward snapped his fingers once.

One of the attorneys behind him stepped forward and placed a tablet on the table.

Edward tapped the screen.

“Let’s watch the rest.”

A video began playing.

Security footage.

The same hotel lobby.

The same moment.

Isabella walking in.

But this time the camera angle was wider.

Much wider.

The man beside her was clearly visible.

Not a lover.

A doctor.

A sixty-year-old orthopedic surgeon.

And the reason for the meeting became obvious instantly.

The doctor handed Isabella a thick envelope of medical scans.

Edward’s voice was calm.

“My daughter had been experiencing severe spinal pain for months.”

Isabella blinked.

Her father had known?

“Ryan insisted she keep it private,” Edward continued.

“Because bad health might make the Castellano family look weak.”

Ryan’s face went pale.

Edward tapped the screen again.

Another camera angle appeared.