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

His voice dropped to a cold whisper.

“Why was someone already spying on my daughter before you even had something to frame her with?”

Arthur said nothing.

Ryan looked slowly toward his father.

“Dad…?”

Camille’s confidence cracked.

Edward leaned forward slightly.

“And more importantly,” he continued,

“Why did that investigator deposit a very large payment into a Cayman Islands account belonging to—”

He slid another document across the table.

It stopped in front of Ryan.

Ryan looked down.

His face went white.

The account holder’s name was printed clearly.

Ryan Castellano.

Isabella felt the air leave her lungs.

Ryan shook his head.

“No… that’s not—”

Edward’s voice was calm.

“The transfer occurred two days before you accused your wife of cheating.”

Ryan stared at the document like it was poison.

Arthur finally slammed his hand on the table.

“That proves nothing!”

Edward smiled slightly.

“No,” he said.

“But this does.”

He tapped the tablet again.

A voice recording began to play.

Ryan’s voice.

Clear.

Cold.

“We just need enough photos to make it believable. Once she signs the divorce, she’s gone. And the Reyes assets are off the table.”

The room exploded into silence.
Isabella felt something inside her chest shatter.

Ryan whispered,

“Wait… I—”