She Thought Kicking A Pregnant Wife In A Hospital Would End The Marriage Until The Billionaire Husband Learned The Director Was His Wife’s Uncle, Security Footage Exposed The Affair, And One Violent Night Destroyed Lies They Thought They Controlled Forever

One year later.

The Federal Correctional Institution in upstate New York was quiet on a rainy Tuesday morning.

Inside the visiting room, Isabella Rossi sat at a small plastic table. Her once-radiant golden hair was cropped short, and her skin was dull under the harsh fluorescent lighting. She was serving an eight-year sentence for aggravated assault and conspiracy.

The heavy metal door unlocked, and a guard escorted a woman into the visitor's area.

Isabella looked up, expecting her lawyer. Instead, her eyes widened in shock.

Victoria Thorne sat down on the opposite side of the steel table. Victoria was dressed in a standard green prison uniform—she had been sentenced to four years at a nearby minimum-security facility for corporate tax fraud.

The two women, who had once plotted in luxury penthouses and worn million-dollar diamonds, sat facing each other in prison uniforms.

"What are you doing here?" Isabella spat out, her voice rough and bitter. "Come to brag?"

Victoria let out a dry, raspy laugh. "Brag about what, Isabella? Look at us. We fought over a boy who had no spine and a company built on quicksand."

Isabella gritted her teeth. "Marcus ruined my life."

"No," Victoria said softly, looking down at her rough, unmanicured hands. "We ruined our own lives. We thought Khloe was weak because she was kind. We thought because she didn't fight back, she had no power."

Isabella remained silent, turning her head toward the small barred window overlooking the gray courtyard. "Did you know she opened a foundation in my name?"

Victoria looked up, surprised. "What?"

"The Rossi Rehabilitation Center for Victims of Domestic Violence," Isabella said, a bitter, strange laugh escaping her lips. "She funded it with the money she seized from my father's bankruptcy sale. Every time someone looks up my family name now, they don't see our wealth. They see her charity."

Victoria stared at Isabella for a long moment, then slowly shook her head. "She didn't do it out of revenge, Isabella."

"Then why did she do it?"

"Because she’s a mother," Victoria said, her voice barely a whisper. "And she wanted to make sure no woman ever has to endure what we tried to do to her."

The guard knocked on the door, signaling that visiting hours were over. Victoria stood up slowly, her knees creaking under her uniform.