Prepare the divorce and ruin your husband by Mark Twain 10
Chapter 10
DAVID’S POV
I could not sleep that night. Not a single damn minute.
I stood on the balcony with a cigarette burning down to my fingers. Did not even feel it. The sea breeze hit my face but it did nothing. My chest felt like it was on fire. Like something heavy was sitting on it, laughing at me.
I dialed Mark.
“Dig everything,” I said. Voice calm. Too calm. “Everything about Isabella. That kidnapping day. The bruises. The weight she lost. Why she looked like she was fading right in front of me.”
I took another drag. My jaw tightened.
“When she came back, she looked like hell. Thin as glass. I told Westley to treat her like a damn queen. I paid him every month. Five star food. Best place. No excuses.”
I laughed once. Bitter.
“I trusted that bastard. Now I want facts. No blind spots. No bullshit.”
The call ended. I stayed there until the sky started turning gray.
By morning, Mark walked into my office looking like shit. Dark circles. Shirt wrinkled. Hands shaking like he had seen a ghost.
He dropped a thick folder on my desk. Hard.
“Boss,” he said quietly, “we pulled deleted files. CCTV. Hidden cams. Audio. Safe house footage.”
He swallowed.
“Someone wiped it all on purpose. Thought it was gone for good.”
I opened the first file.
The screen lit up.
Isabella was chained to a chair. Barefoot. Bruised everywhere. Face swollen. Eyes red.
Westley walked around her like he owned her.
“Stop crying,” he said, laughing. “Your husband handed you to me. You belong here now.”
Her voice was barely there.
“Please… don’t- don’t hit me again! I’ll stay quiet. I swear.”
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He punched her. Just like that. She dropped to the floor.
My hand slammed the desk so hard it cracked.
“Look at you,” Westley said, smiling. “Still waiting for him to save you?”
My vision went white.
Next clip.
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She was on the floor. Knees scraped raw. Lip bleeding. Naked except for her hair covering her face. I felt sick.
Westley crouched in front of her, cigarette lit.
“You cry too much,” he said casually. “Time to teach you how to shut up.”
She shook her head fast. Panic all over her face.
“No… please… please don’t…”
He pressed the cigarette into her shoulder.
She screamed once. Then bit it back so hard her jaw shook.
Westley laughed like it was funny.
“That’s it. Learn fast.”
I turned away. My stomach twisted. I felt like I was going to tear something apart or throw up or both.
Third clip loaded.
She stood under harsh light. Men sitting around. Drinking. Watching her like meat.
Westley grabbed her hair.
“Stand straight. Let them see.”
Her voice cracked. Almost gone.
“David… please… help me…”
He slapped her hard.
“He can’t hear you,” Westley said. “He doesn’t love you. Never did. You’re trash he threw away.”
He leaned closer to her ear.
“By the way, he’s marrying your sister tomorrow. Roxanne. In your house. Too bad you
can’t attend.”
Someone laughed.
“Boss, let her go tomorrow. Let her see the wedding.”
Westley shook his head. “Nah. David would lose his shit if he saw her like this. And I
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like her here. She’s my favorite toy.”
Her eyes went empty. Just gone.
My breathing broke. My hands shook. I had not felt that kind of rage in my life.
The room went silent. Mark did not say a word.
The truth hit me like a bullet.
She did not act. She did not lie. She did not exaggerate.
She survived hell while I slept next to another woman and believed a story.
I stood up slow. My vision dark. My blood loud in my ears.
“Where’s Westley,” I asked.
Mark swallowed. “Overseas. New name. New face.”
“Bring him back,” I said. “I don’t care how. Alive or dead.”
Another assistant spoke up, careful. “Boss… there’s more footage. You want to see?”
I nodded.
The screen changed.
A car crash. Twisted metal. Blood everywhere.
Isabella crawled out, dragging herself. Ryle screaming somewhere off camera.
Five men rushed her. Dragged her by the hair. Kicked her. Punched her. Ryle was crying, trying to reach her bloody face.
They threw her into the back of a van.
Next clip.
A cemetery.
They dragged her out again. Beat her like she was nothing. Dumped her beside a grave. Threw dirt on her. Left her there like trash.
I stared at the screen until it went black.
The world tilted.
I shot up so fast my chair screamed against the floor. Black crept in from the edges of my vision and I had to grab the wall just to stay upright. My mouth filled with that bitter metal taste like I was about to throw up blood.
“Who,” I growled. My voice was rough. Broken. “Who the fuck did this.”
Mark dropped his head. He stayed quiet.
That snapped it.
I slammed my fist on the desk. Hard. “Talk, Mark. Say the damn name.”
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His shoulders tensed. “The money trail, boss. Every payment. Every transfer. It all comes from Roxanne’s personal account.”
The room went dead silent.
Then he spoke again, softer. Slower.
“The men who attacked Miss Isabella. We caught them. They confessed.” He swallowed. “Roxanne told them it didn’t matter if Isabella lived or died. That’s why they dared to tie her to the car. Drag her across the road. Dump her into a mass grave.”
Something cracked in my chest.
Mark clicked another file.
The screen lit up.
I watched.
I watched them hurt her.
Her groans filled the room. Weak. Broken. Begging. Their laughter cut through her pain like knives.
My head throbbed. Veins pulsed at my temples. I wanted to smash the monitor. Rip it apart. Jump through the damn screen and put my body between her and every hit.
But I couldn’t.
I was chained to the truth.
Her phone call flashed in my head. Her shaking voice asking for help. I hung up on her. The hospital came next. She stood alone in line paying her bills. I thought she was stalking me. Thought she was trying to mess with Roxanne. I yelled at her.
I shoved her with Ryle.
Left her on the floor.
My chest burned. Her cries wouldn’t leave my ears. How much pain did she go through while I turned my back like a blind idiot.
Mark’s voice pulled me back.
“There’s one more thing, boss,” he said. “The twins. Isabella didn’t kill them.” My body froze.
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