The Ex-Wife's Redemption: A Love Reborn Chapter 108

I maintained a calm expression as I led Henry and Isabella toward the hospital room. I kept that professional fake smile, my voice steady and polite as I explained the hospital policies.

"This is room 317. The call button is here if you need assistance," I explained mechanically, pointing to the wall panel. "The doctor will be making rounds in about an hour. Is there anything else you need at the moment?"

Isabella clung tightly to Henry's arm, as if afraid he might disappear if she loosened her grip for even a second. Her eyes darted between Henry and me, clearly expecting me to burn with jealousy and lose control in front of her.

She would be disappointed.

Last night, the moment I heard Henry's car pull away from the mansion to rush to Isabella's side, something inside me had finally broken.

Wake up, Sophia! Stop losing your mind over a man who isn't worth it!

I noticed the lipstick mark on Henry's collar the moment I first saw them at reception. That lipstick was unmistakably Isabella's. The evidence of what they'd done last night was literally written on his body. I didn't need to ask questions; the answers were obvious.

What puzzled me was why Henry still refused to grant me a divorce? He had Isabella now—the woman he'd always loved. Why continue this farce?

"Nurse Sophia," Isabella's sickeningly sweet voice broke through my thoughts. "Could you get me another pillow? This one is so uncomfortable."

"Of course, Miss Scott. I'll have someone bring that right away."

I caught Henry staring at me, his dark eyes searching my face for something—anger, jealousy, hurt. He found nothing. To him, I had become a blank page.

"Sophia," Henry began, taking a step toward me. "I—"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Harding," I cut him off smoothly. "I have other patients waiting. If you need anything else, please use the call button."

Without waiting for his response, I turned and walked out, feeling his gaze burning into my back. His watchful eyes followed me down the hallway, but I didn't look back. Not once.

As the door closed behind me, I heard Isabella's voice: "Henry, why are you staring at the door? I'm right here."

Isabella couldn't understand what was happening. She had expected tears, accusations, a jealous outburst—anything but this calm indifference. Where had the heartbroken Sophia gone? Where was the desperate woman who had fought so hard for her husband's attention?

Henry stood frozen by the window, his eyes fixed on the hospital parking lot below, searching for a familiar figure among the crowd.

"She doesn't even seem upset," Isabella said, carefully observing his profile. "After what happened between us last night, I expected her to make a scene."

Henry's jaw tightened.

Last night...

What exactly had happened between them? His memories were confused, fragmented. Isabella had thrown herself at him, but he'd pushed her away, hadn't he? He remembered helping her back into her clothes...

"Henry," Isabella called, her voice deliberately fragile. "Are you angry with me? You've barely looked at me since we arrived."

He finally turned to face her. "I need to get back to the office. I have a board meeting in an hour."

Isabella's face flashed with real panic. "But you just got here! You can't leave me alone already."

Henry replied flatly, "You have your caretaker, and the hospital staff. I'll come back this evening."

"That's not the same!" Isabella protested, her voice rising. "Henry, how can you be so cold? After everything that happened between us last night—"

"Nothing happened between us last night," Henry stated firmly, his expression hardening. "I found you in the rain, brought you inside, and then took you back to the hospital. That's all."

"I need to go," he said, heading for the door.

"Henry!" Isabella called after him. "Do you love her? Is that it? Have you fallen in love with your wife?"

The question stopped him in his tracks. Did he love Sophia? The answer should have been simple—a firm, immediate 'no.' But the word stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

Without answering, Henry walked out, leaving Isabella staring after him with growing alarm.

Shortly after Henry left, Nancy entered the room carrying an extra pillow. She found Isabella sitting rigidly in her bed, her face tight with anger.

"Simple question for you," Isabella said the moment Nancy closed the door. "Do you think I'm prettier than Sophia?"

Nancy carefully set down the pillow before answering. "Miss Isabella, if you want the truth, you are certainly more beautiful than Mrs. Harding."

Isabella's expression softened slightly. "Go on."

"But," Nancy continued cautiously, "Mrs. Harding has a healthy glow that you lack. If Mr. Harding has normal taste, he would naturally be drawn to a healthy woman rather than one who is ill."

Isabella's eyes narrowed dangerously, but Nancy wasn't finished.

"In terms of family background, you might have a slight advantage over Mrs. Harding, but she has Old Mr. Harding's support. Most importantly," Nancy paused, watching Isabella's reaction, "Mrs. Harding has given Mr. Harding a son. Compared to that, you have nothing to offer him."

To Nancy's surprise, Isabella didn't erupt in anger. Instead, she studied Nancy with newfound interest.

"You are indeed capable," Isabella finally said. "But you missed one detail."

Nancy tilted her head, curious. "What's that, Miss Isabella?"

Isabella's lips curved into a bitter smile. "You saw the lipstick on Henry's collar, didn't you? Sophia saw it too."

"I did notice," Nancy admitted. "And I saw Mrs. Harding notice it as well. If you have video evidence, it might be effective to send it to her."

Isabella laughed, but there was no joy in the sound. "Henry didn't touch me last night. When I took off my clothes and pressed myself against him, he didn't even look at me twice. He helped me get dressed again."

Her voice broke slightly. "A man's body doesn't lie. If Henry loved me, he would have desired my body. But last night, even when I threw myself at him, completely naked, he didn't even look at me twice."

Nancy watched as the vulnerability on Isabella's face transformed into cold determination.

"It doesn't matter," Isabella said, wiping away a tear. "I recorded everything anyway. With some special editing, Sophia won't know what really happened. This time, I'll break them for good."

Nancy gave her an approving nod. "Indeed, only you and Mr. Harding know the truth about whether he touched you or not."

"Just wait," Isabella promised darkly. "Sophia won't have any good days ahead."

I was heading to the cafeteria with a group of co-workers when, at the last moment before the elevator doors closed, a hand shot out to stop them, and Henry stepped in.

The conversation among my colleagues immediately died as they took in the handsome man who had joined us. Henry barely acknowledged them, his intense gaze fixed directly on me.

"Isn't he handsome?" one of my colleagues whispered, not quite quietly enough. "Do you know him, Sophia?"

"No," I answered firmly, keeping my eyes on the elevator doors. "I don't know him at all."

I could feel the heat of Henry's stare, but I refused to meet his eyes. The elevator descended in awkward silence.

Henry cleared his throat deliberately. "Sophia," he called, his voice deep and commanding. "Come here."

My colleagues' eyes widened, heads swiveling between Henry and me like spectators at a tennis match.