All Chapters of THE WIFE HE BETRAYED, THE WOMAN HE FEARS: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Isabella’s POVThe walls of the prison cell closed in on me more and more with each passing second, and no matter how hard I tried to steady my breathing, it refused to cooperate with me.The air felt thick, suffocating, and carried a scent I could not describe but could never escape. It clung to my skin, my hair, my thoughts, as if this place had already claimed me completely.I sat on the narrow bed with my hands clasped tightly together, my fingers trembling uncontrollably as my mind replayed everything that had happened over the past few days. The interrogation, confession, and the look on Matteo’s face when he realized what I had done. The way Sofia had stood outside that police car, staring at me like I was nothing.The word echoed painfully in my head, over and over again, until I felt like I was going to lose my mind.I had told them very single thing, and had handed Lucia to them on a silver platter. I had given them evidence, names, proof, everything they needed to bring he

Ignacio’s POVThe television screen flickered quietly in the corner of my office, the low hum of the broadcast filling the silence as I leaned back in my chair, with my fingers beneath my chin.The news anchor’s voice was calm, controlled, almost detached, but the words she spoke carried a weight that pressed heavily against my thoughts.Lucia Eduardo had been arrested, and Isabella was dead.I watched the footage carefully, my eyes narrowing slightly as images flashed across the screen. Police vehicles, reporters crowding the entrance of a courthouse, and Lucia being dragged away.Her face twisted with something that bordered on madness. Then the report shifted, and Isabella’s death was mentioned briefly, almost like an afterthought, buried beneath the more sensational headlines.I exhaled slowly, my gaze fixed on the screen as my mind began to move fast with so many thoughts running through me. This was not how things were supposed to unfold. Isabella was never meant to fall this q

Sofia's POV The grand hall was filled with the chatter and laughter of prominent CEOs, high-ranking executives, and influential families from every corner of the city. I could feel their eyes on me as I stepped into the gala, my dress flowing perfectly, my posture sharp and deliberate. I kept my head high, refusing to give the impression that I was nervous, even though my heart was beating faster than I wanted to admit. No matter how many times I might have appeared in public, I doubt if I will ever get used to it.Matteo’s hand brushed against mine lightly, and I let him guide me for a few steps, sensing the tension he felt radiating off me.I was scanning the crowd, noting familiar faces and evaluating the atmosphere, when a sudden murmur swept through the room. My gaze shifted instinctively toward the entrance, and I froze as I saw them. Lucia!She strolled majestically into the hall beside my uncle Ignacio, both of them drawing immediate attention with their dramatic presenc

Matteo’s POVMy phone rang, and the moment I saw Sofia’s name flashing on the screen, something inside me tightened. I didn’t know why, but there was a strange feeling in my chest, like something wasn’t right. The noise from the gala was loud around me, people talking, laughing, glasses clinking, but all of that faded the second I picked up the call.“Sofia?” I said immediately, stepping away from the crowd.At first, there was nothing clea, just noise, then I heard it, a faint sound, and shaky breath, then crying.My heart dropped instantly.“Sofia?” My voice hardened, panic rising fast. “Talk to me. Where are you?” I yelled into the phone. The line crackled, and then I heard her again, this time clearer, struggling.“Matteo…” her voice came out broken, weak, like she was fighting to stay conscious and everything inside me snapped.“Sofia, where are you?” I demanded, already moving, pushing through the crowd without care, then I heard something else in the background. Male voices,

Matteo’s POVThe moment I got Sofia into the car, I could feel the heat radiating off her body. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t just panic or exhaustion. Something was very wrong, and every second that passed only made it worse.Her head rested against my chest as I held her close, my hand supporting her carefully while the driver sped through the empty road. Her breathing was uneven, her body trembling slightly against mine, and it made my chest tighten painfully.“Sofia… stay with me,” I said softly, brushing my fingers through her hair.She didn’t respond immediately. Her eyes were half closed, her lips slightly parted, and when she finally spoke, her voice came out weak and strained.“Matteo…”“I’m here, we are almost home.”I replied quickly.She shifted slightly in my arms, her fingers gripping my shirt weakly, and I could feel how restless she was.It wasn’t just fear, it was something else entirely, and something deeper.The moment we arrived at my house, I didn’t waste a second.