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

This time inside the hotel conference room.

Isabella sitting across from the doctor.

Two nurses present.

The timestamp matched the photos exactly.

Edward leaned back slightly.

“So yes,” he said.

“She went to that hotel.”

His eyes settled on Arthur.

“For a medical consultation.”

The room was deathly quiet.

Camille whispered,

“That… that could be edited.”

Edward smiled faintly.

“I thought you might say that.”

He nodded to the second attorney.

The man opened his briefcase and placed a sealed document on the table.

“The original security files were obtained directly from the hotel’s servers,” Edward said.

He paused.

“And verified by a digital forensics firm.”

Arthur looked like someone had punched him in the stomach.

Ryan finally spoke.

“I… I didn’t know.”

Isabella turned slowly toward him.

“You didn’t ask,” she said quietly.

He looked down.

Edward’s voice hardened.

“But the interesting part,” he said, “is not that these photos are misleading.”

He picked one up again.

“It’s that they were taken by a private investigator.”

Arthur stiffened.

Edward’s eyes sharpened.

“And that investigator was hired three weeks before my daughter ever visited that hotel.”

The room froze.

Edward looked directly at Arthur.

“So my question is simple.”