That night, her husband, Adrian Wolfe, stood in front of her, holding a stack of papers with cold certainty in his eyes.
“Here it is. Proof,” he said flatly. “Those children aren’t mine.”
Isabella shook, her voice desperate.
“They are! Adrian, I swear to you!”
But he only let out a quiet, cruel laugh.
Beside him stood Vanessa, the woman who had always watched Isabella with quiet hostility. She stepped forward, her lips curling into a mocking smile.
“If you were going to betray him, you could’ve at least been smarter about it,” she said.
“Stop lying!” Isabella snapped. “You know that’s not true!”
Vanessa crossed her arms.
“Then explain why no one believes you.”
The silence that followed felt like a verdict.
Adrian looked at Isabella one last time—empty, detached.
“Kneel,” he said.
Her world shattered.
“What…?”
“Kneel and beg. Maybe I’ll let you keep one.”
Her heart broke into pieces.
And still…
She dropped to her knees.
“I’m begging you… please… they’re your children… don’t take them from me…”
Adrian didn’t respond. He simply gestured.
And within moments… everything ended.
That night, five small lives disappeared into the darkness of the river.
