All Chapters of The Rise Of The Betrayed Wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Isla's POV:Sienna made her move Friday afternoon.A video appeared on her social media accounts.It was twenty minutes long.She was sitting in soft lighting with tissues nearby, looking vulnerable and sad.I watched it with growing disgust.She started by crying about how the scandal had affected her mental health, how she'd been unfairly vilified for caring about her sister and how hard it was to watch someone you love destroy themselves and your family."I know Isla has been through a lot," Sienna said, wiping tears. "Our childhood wasn't perfect. I'm not denying that. But I think maybe some of the accusations were exaggerated due to trauma and misunderstanding."The manipulation was sophisticated.She didn't outright deny the affair or claim the evidence was fake. She just reframed everything as misunderstanding blown out of proportion."Declan and I were friends," she said carefully. "We got close during a difficult time. Maybe our

Isla's POV:Eleanor insisted on a bachelorette celebration Saturday despite the rushed timeline."You're only getting married once," she said. "We're celebrating properly."She arranged spa day for me, herself, Patricia, and Sophie and Maria from work. Rosie was included for part of it because she refused to be left out.We met at an exclusive spa that Eleanor had rented for private use. There were no other clients, no media, just us.The day started with massages. I lay on the table trying to relax while skilled hands worked out tension I'd been carrying for weeks.This was happening. In one week I'd be married to Callum for real.The thought made me smile into the face cradle.After massages we moved to a private room for facials and manicures. Rosie sat beside me getting her nails painted pink with sparkles."You're going to be the prettiest bride ever," she declared."Thank you, sweetheart.""And I'm going to be the best flower girl.""I know you will."The conversation flowed na

Isla's POV:Wednesday evening I stayed at Eleanor's estate while Callum remained at the penthouse with Rosie.Traditional separation before the ceremony felt right despite everything unconventional about our relationship.We had one last night as single people before committing forever.Eleanor made tea and we sat in the garden as evening light faded. The air was cool and peaceful, which was a stark contrast to the chaos of the past weeks."How are you feeling?" Eleanor asked."Nervous and excited. A little overwhelmed.""That's normal. I felt the same before marrying Callum's father."She was quiet for a moment, sipping her tea."Marriage is choosing each other repeatedly," she said. "The wedding is beautiful but the real commitment happens in a thousand small decisions. Choosing to stay during difficult conversations, choosing patience when you're frustrated and choosing love even during mundane moments."I listened, grateful for wisdom from someone who'd lived it."You've survived

Callum's POV:The officiant smiled at us and spoke to the gathered guests."Callum and Isla have chosen to share their own vows. Callum, please begin."I took a breath and looked at Isla's face. Tears already gathering in her eyes and she had a small smile on her lips. My voice came out steady despite the emotion threatening to overwhelm me."When we met, I was facing one of the darkest professional moments of my life. I thought I might lose everything I'd built. Everything I'd worked for since my father died and left us with nothing. I was desperate and scared and running out of options."I squeezed her hands gently."Then you appeared with information that saved my company and a proposal that seemed too convenient to be real. You were an answer to a prayer I didn't know how to voice. A solution to problems I couldn't solve alone."Some guests smiled knowingly since they understood we'd started with a contract."You saved Thorne Industries with your impossible knowledge about corpor

Callum's POV:We returned to a private suite at Eleanor's estate rather than going back to the penthouse for our first night as a married couple. The space offered privacy and distance from potential intrusions while security maintained a perimeter outside giving us genuine solitude.I helped Isla out of the wedding dress carefully and we were both quiet and reflective. The day had been an emotional whirlwind of vows and tears and celebration and now reality was settling in around us. genuinely committed to each other forever.My hands were steady as I worked the delicate buttons and zipper but my mind was racing with thoughts and memories of what we'd just done.I thought about my wedding night with Sarah years ago, how it had been awkward and sweet with youthful inexperience and nervousness. We'd been so young and uncertain and fumbling our way through intimacy.This was different in every way, both Isla and I were older now and carrying complicated histories and scars that had