Chapter 2: Every Camera Told The Same Story
Chapter 2: Every Camera Told The Same Story
Thirty minutes later...
The hospital's executive conference room had become something very different.
A courtroom.
Only no judge was necessary.
The truth was waiting inside the surveillance archive.
Dr. Hale stood beside the security supervisor.
"Play everything."
One monitor after another illuminated.
Hallway cameras.
Elevator cameras.
Reception cameras.
Private suite corridor cameras.
The recordings began long before the assault.
There was Isabella following Marcus through the gala.
Touching his arm.
Adjusting his tie.
Leaning far too close whenever photographers looked away.
Then another recording.
She intercepted Khloe outside the VIP elevator.
Smiled warmly until no witnesses remained.
Then whispered something that caused Khloe to visibly flinch.
Another angle.
Another hallway.
Isabella intentionally dismissed every nurse who attempted to accompany Khloe upstairs.
"Mrs. Thorne requested privacy."
She lied smoothly.
The footage continued.
Finally...
The suite camera appeared.
There was no audio.
There didn't need to be.
Everyone watched Isabella advance.
Khloe retreat.
The shove.
The collision with the side table.
The shattered glass.
Then...
The kick.
Clear.
Deliberate.
Violent.
No one in the room moved.
Marcus couldn't.
His wife hadn't attacked anyone.
She hadn't even lifted her hands.
The recording continued.
Only seconds later...
Marcus entered.
And before he spoke...
Isabella instantly pointed toward Khloe.
Her lips clearly forming the words—
"She attacked me."
The security supervisor quietly paused the video.
No one defended Isabella now.
Marcus slowly turned toward her.
"How long?"
She swallowed.
"What?"
"Our affair."
Silence.
Then...
"I never meant—"
"Answer me."
Her shoulders collapsed.
"Eight months."
Marcus closed his eyes.
Eight months.
Longer than Khloe had been pregnant.
Every business trip.
Every late meeting.
Every forgotten anniversary.
Every lie.
His marriage hadn't fallen apart tonight.
It had been dying for months.
He simply refused to see it.
Dr. Hale folded his arms.
"I've already contacted the police."
Isabella's head snapped upward.
"You can't."
"I just did."
She laughed nervously.
"It was just one kick."
Dr. Hale's voice became frighteningly calm.
"You assaulted a pregnant woman inside a hospital."
He looked toward the arriving detectives.
"You'll explain the rest to them."
Two officers stepped forward.
Isabella suddenly realized...
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No amount of money could erase surveillance footage.
Handcuffs clicked around her wrists.
