On the banks of the river, a woman collapsed to her knees, her voice raw from screaming, her hands caked in mud, her eyes swollen and burning from endless tears.
“My children…! Give me back my children!”
No one answered.
Only the relentless rush of water against stone… and the echo of something that could never truly be erased.
Three years earlier, Isabella Torres had been invisible.
Or at least, that was what everyone had made her believe.
She had been married to a powerful man, surrounded by luxury that was never really hers, living in a grand home that felt more like a cage. Everything looked perfect from the outside… but inside, she was breaking.
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.