Isabella let her voice trail off, eyes filling with fake tears. she tried to kill me! The accusation hanging in the air causing Alexander shocked. He turned sharply to Sophie, disbelief and rage mixing in his expression.
Isabella, are you sure? Maybe you are just mistaking.
Yes Alexander! Isabella said, her voice filled with so many lies.
Sophie's heart sank, a cold wave of despair washing over her. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat as Alexander attention was only on Isabella.
Alexander, Sophie stammered, trying to regain his attention, you know me! I would never hurt anyone!
But Alexander's anger had blinded him.
Sophie! he shouted, his frustration boiling over. I never thought you could do this! How could you stoop so low?
Please, Sophie pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks, you have to believe me! I did not do any of this.
As Isabella kept up her act, she turned her gaze back to Alexander, feeling exhaustion.
But in the chaos of the hospital, as doctors began to buzz around Isabella, Alexander's focus shifted.
Let's get her checked, he said slowly, moving away from Sophie as if she were a ghost.Isabella, just hold on. We're going to make sure you're okay.
As they wheeled Isabella into an examination room, Sophie felt completely lost. She stood there, watching Alexander's back as he disappeared into the room, her heart heavy with sorrow and frustration.Why is no one listening to me? Why is all my words falling on deaf ears?
he has to believe me, she whispered to herself, feeling utterly defeated.
In a moment of temptation, Sophie considered confronting Isabella directly and exposing her lies.
but the fear of how Alexander would react kept her rooted to the spot. Instead. she slumped against the wall, swallowing the anger and pain that threatened to consume her.
After Isabella's check up at the hospital, they all returned home in silence. Alexander was still visibly shaken, his worry for Isabella overshadowing everything else. Sophie, desperately trying to regain his trust, felt like a ghost in her own home, the weight of the accusations suffocating her spirit.
That night, as they lay in bed, Sophie turned to Alexander, searching for any glimmer of understanding in his eyes. She reached out and gently touched his arm. Alexander, please, she started, her voice barely above a whisper. You know I can't do any of that to Isabella. You have to believe me. I would never hurt anyone. I was just in my room, trying to process everything that happened.
But before he could respond, the door creaked open, and Isabella walked in, once again weaving her web of drama. Please, Alexander! she called out, her voice trembling as if she were a damsel in distress. Stay with me! I am so scared of Sophie right now! What if she tries to hurt me again?
Sophie's breath caught in her throat. This is too much, she said, feeling a surge of anger rise within her. Shut up, Isabella! she shot back, her voice loud and stern. You and I know that I did not do any of this!
Sophie, please admit the truth.
If you didn't try to kill me, then who did ? She pointed dramatically toward her own body, cringing at the memory of her supposed injuries. Look at this! Is this wound all over my body something I did to myself ?
Sophie's anger boiled over.You're making me look like the villain when I'm the one who's hurting here!
Alexander sat up from bed, tension radiating off him. Both of you, enough! he shouted, unable to contain his mounting frustration. I don't want to hear any more accusations or lies! I just need a moment of peace!
Sophie felt the air leave her lungs, her heart racing and her face flushed. But Alexander, she implored, you have to see the truth! You're letting Isabella manipulate you! Look at her! She's playing you like a puppet!
Isabella, playing the part of the fragile victim once more, stepped closer to Alexander. Can't you see how desperate she is? I don't want to feel scared in this house.
The tension in the room was palpable, a storm brewing as Sophie grappled with defeat. she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. She's lying to you, Alexander! You're believing her over your own wife! Does our love mean nothing to you? How much more time do you need to see that she's making me look bad in your eyes ?
"Isabella, sensing the ripple of doubt in Alexander's eyes, began shedding crocodile tears and acting more dramatic.
"Sophie, I know I have always wanted to be Alexander's second wife. Is that the reason why you tried to kill me and my baby?
'You're the one playing the victim, and we both know it!' Sophie said."
Isabella feigned shock, clutching her heart as if Sophie had struck her. I am terrified for my life! Alexander,
please don't let her near me! She looked at him,Stay with me, Alexander,
The room felt charged with tension as Alexander turned his focus toward Sophie, his expression darkening
How could you do this? I thought you could never hurt a fly, but killing someone ? That's wrong,
Sophie's heart sank, her anger flaring. You think I would do something like this? do you think I'm capable of hurting anyone? Look at her! She's manipulating you!
I know Isabella forced her way into our lives, Alexander said, his voice cool and cold, but killing her is disgusting. He shook his head in disbelief, taking a step back as he struggled with the complexity of the situation. I can't even look at your face right now.
He turned to Isabella, his demeanor shifting back to concern. Don't worry, Isabella. Go back to your room. I promise I'll keep an eye on her. I won't let Sophie hurt you.
With a final glance at Alexander, Isabella glided out of the room, living behind doubts between them.
Sophie's heart shattered as she watched the woman who have destroyed her life walk away, knowing the pain she had just inflicted.
The moment Isabella was gone, tears streamed down Sophie's face like a waterfall. She quickly rushed out of the room, unable to contain her despair, her emotions spilling forth in a torrent. As she made her way to the sitting room, Alexander followed closely behind her.
"Sophie! he called, his voice filled with anger,Where are you going?
She turned around, anger flaring in her chest. Are you really keeping an eye on me? how could you think she's being honest to you ? Alexander, you know you shouldn't be treating me this way! Her voice cracked, desperation flooding her words. Don't believe her! She's lying! She only wants to make me look bad in your eyes!
If you didn't inflict those injuries on her, then who did ?
I don't know! Sophie shouted, frustration boiling over her.
I didn't do this! Check the cameras if you doubt me.
yes, Alexander said suddenly, a spark of realization igniting in his eyes. I almost forgot about the cameras! He quickly rushed inside and grab his laptop, the sound of his fingers clicking on the keys filling the air as he searched for the footage.
Unfortunately, he could not find any footage of the incident, he suspected that someone might have deleted it.
He turned to Sophie, his expression shifting from frustration to accusation. Sophie! Did you delete the footage? Did you erase the evidence?
Sophie gasped, hurt flooding through her. Are you kidding me? You really think I will do that? I can't believe this! she said, Why would I erase evidence when I'm the one who needs it to prove my innocence?
But Alexander's doubt lingered like a dark cloud. If you didn't do it, then who did?
Sophie felt her world sinking, every ounce of trust she thought they shared was crumbling. No! Isabella must have deleted it..I thought you trusted me! Her voice trembled, a mixture of anger and sorrow welling up within her..
Sophie felt her heart shattering further. You were supposed to be on my side, Alexander! Have you really turned against me?
After their heated argument, Alexander and Sophie retreated to their bedroom in silence. The air between them was thick with unresolved tension,
"And Sophie felt the weight of the lack of trust in their marriage."
Alexander lay down, Unsure of how to bridge the growing gap between them, Sophie turned away, tears stinging her eyes..
Meanwhile, in Isabella's room, she sat on her bed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Her plan had worked perfectly;
the chaos she had cost was beginning to take root, and she couldn't have felt happier.
Victory was sweet, and she relished in the knowledge that Sophie was crumbling under the pressure. As the moonlight cast soft shadows, Isabella celebrate quietly, plotting her next move.
The next morning brought a cloud of uncertainty for Sophie. As she sipped her coffee, her phone rang, shattering the silence. It was her mother, voice filled with concern. Sophie, how is things over there?
In a flood of emotions, Sophie recounted everything: Alexander's accusations, Isabella's manipulation, and her own feelings of despair.
Mom, I feel like I'm losing him. I don't know how to prove that I didn't hurt Isabella!
Her mother's voice softened, yet held a firm resolve. You need to come home. I want to talk to you.
Okay, I will come.