Chapter 412
“We will provide a full explanation to everyone after this.”
“No, we will announce everything to the world. The entire truth!”
With that, Isabella ordered the bodyguards. “Come. Carry her out immediately.”
They placed Victoria on a white stretcher.
The once radiant Victoria, in her stunning wedding gown, now lay completely unconscious.
Her dress was torn in several places.
Isabella found a black suit jacket and draped it over her.
It looked like they were covering a corpse.
Who could have predicted this?
Just moments ago, she was the dazzling center of attention, touching the hearts of everyone present.
Now she was being carried out like this.
Theodore Montgomery coughed violently. His entire body shook with rage.
“Investigate this! Launch a full investigation right now!”
The Montgomery family swiftly obeyed, helping him leave the chaotic wedding scene.
Alexander remained frozen on the stage.
He stared in the direction Victoria had been taken, his chest feeling like it might explode.
He truly believed Victoria loved him.
All her mistakes, he thought, were made because of that love. For him.
He never imagined she would sleep with Harrison.
The woman he loved. The woman he was about to marry.
She had been with Harrison.
Harrison approached him anxiously, then dropped to his knees with a heavy thud.
“Mr. Whitmore, it was all my fault! Not Ms. Kensington’s! I was drugged...”
Alexander glared at him with icy coldness.
His mind raced, connecting all the pieces.
He remembered how Harrison often asked about Victoria. He always urged Alexander to treat her better.
The signs were there all along.
They had made a complete fool out of him.
His fists clenched. He punched Harrison squarely in the face.
Again. And again.
The blows were brutal, relentless.
Someone finally intervened, pulling Alexander away before he caused serious injury.
Isabella watched the unfolding chaos.
A faint, untraceable chill flickered in her eyes.
She turned and left, a victor exiting the stage.
This scene felt hauntingly familiar.
Five years ago, her own engagement party had ended in similar disgrace.
After she fainted that day, Alexander stood on that very stage and announced to the guests:
“My apologies. I have just received some devastating news.”
“The baby Charmine carries is not mine.”
“She slept with another man behind my back. She tried to trick me into raising another man’s child.”
“We argued. She fell down the stairs accidentally.”
“I apologize for the scene. But I do not regret my actions.”
“I will cover her medical expenses. But our engagement is hereby canceled.”
That day, she was dragged out of the hotel.
She was covered in her own blood.
She was met with scornful glares and mocking hatred from everyone.
No one covered her.
No one defended her.
The pain made her lose consciousness.
The baby, so ready to be born, struggled inside her.
It had died. Kicked by Alexander. Probably from lack of oxygen.
Her baby was due any day.
It was supposed to enter this beautiful world, loved by its parents.
Instead... it died.
It died in her womb before taking its first breath.
Mocked by everyone.
She later heard the infant was the size of a kitten when removed.
It was covered in bruises.
It was wrapped in a trash bag and discarded in the mortuary.
No one cared.
The memory was a sharp blade piercing Isabella’s heart.
She could barely breathe from the agony.
The five-year-old wound felt as fresh as yesterday.
What Alexander and Victoria felt now was nothing compared to her pain.
She had been innocent. She had harmed no one.
They deserved every bit of this punishment.
This was meant to be a celebration.
But all she could see was herself on that stretcher.
Her stillborn child inside her.
Her heart felt wrenched, squeezed impossibly tight.
Isabella left the hotel.
A black car waited quietly outside.
It was Nathaniel’s car.
Had he been waiting for her this whole time?