The Ex-Wife's Redemption: A Love Reborn Chapter 218

Isabella watched him staggering toward her, his gait unsteady, her lips curling into a triumphant smile.

She stopped running and simply stood there, waiting for him to come to her.

The meticulous planning with Catherine, all the effort to secure an invitation to this dinner party—it wasn't just for a meal. They had bigger plans.

Earlier, in Henry's hospital room, she couldn't get close enough to him, couldn't spray the drug directly on him, couldn't ensure others would witness what was about to happen. But now? This was her perfect opportunity!

Henry had walked right into her trap. Now she would make sure the entire Harding family watched as Henry lost control with sexual desire and claimed her in public!

As Henry approached, Isabella smiled sweetly. Her eyes gleamed with triumph. Before he even reached her, she began unbuttoning her blouse.

Inside the room, Billy was drenched in sweat after playing for a while. He asked for water, and I wiped his forehead with a towel, telling him to wait in the playroom while I fetched him something to drink.

The moment I stepped out of the children's room, I froze in shock.

Isabella was standing in the hallway, dressed only in her underwear.

Henry moved toward her as if possessed, like a dog that had spotted a bone, desperately lunging forward.

There was a strange odor hanging in the air—something I couldn't quite identify. It was acrid and sharp, making my throat burn slightly. After inhaling it, I felt my heart rate accelerate and an unwelcome sensation of desire spreading through my body.

Downstairs in the main hall, Harding family members were arriving in droves, the space filled with conversation and holiday cheer. Someone with sharp eyes noticed the commotion upstairs and shouted, "What's happening on the second floor? Someone check it out!" A wave of curious onlookers immediately surged toward the stairs.

Isabella, seeing the approaching crowd, laughed loudly. Under my horrified gaze, she removed her remaining underwear. Completely naked, she beckoned to Henry, whose eyes were now bloodshot and wild.

"Henry, come to me," she cooed. "Hold me and your discomfort will disappear. You'll feel so much better." By this point, Henry had lost all rational thought.

His heart was racing uncontrollably, feeling as though it might burst through his chest at any moment.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't suppress the desire consuming him.

His vision was blurred; he couldn't make out faces clearly. All he heard was a voice calling to him: "Henry, come to me."

At first, I was merely confused by the situation, but as that strange scent filled my nostrils, an odd heat began flowing through my veins. My heart thundered in my chest, completely beyond my control.

The sensation was eerily familiar—just like that night six years ago.

Isabella had thrown caution to the wind, abandoning all dignity. For her, marrying Henry was her last lifeline. If she couldn't secure this, she would have nothing left, possibly even facing prison time.

Although Catherine had paid Margaret to take the blame, that didn't mean Henry had stopped suspecting Isabella. If she couldn't successfully become Mrs. Harding, her life would be meaningless.

As she stood there naked, she smiled brilliantly. This time, no matter how much Henry resisted divorce, he would have no choice!

The Harding family was extensive—William's brothers, their sons, grandsons, and even great-grandsons had all gathered for the holiday. The mansion was packed with nearly a hundred family members, plus servants, security personnel, and drivers. All of them were now watching with wide eyes, not wanting to miss such a scandalous scene.

Some even took out their phones to record the spectacle. "Holy shit! Is she really this shameless?" someone muttered.

Another voice chimed in, "Isabella's body isn't even that great. How does she have the courage to show it?"

Yet another commented crudely, "Look at all that hair down there—I've heard women like that have higher sex drives!"

The gossip continued relentlessly. "If I were Henry, I wouldn't choose Isabella either. Exposing herself in broad daylight—how utterly disgraceful! If the Hardings married someone like her, they'd never be able to hold their heads up again."

"Get out of my way! I'm trying to record this," someone else complained. "Her breasts are quite large. I should invite her to star in an adult film."

While everyone was pointing and laughing, Henry continued moving forward. But instead of approaching Isabella, he walked right past her—heading straight for me.

Without a word, he scooped me up in his arms and kicked open the door to a nearby guest room, carrying me inside. Moments later, my voice could be heard through the door: "Let go of me!" I shouted. "Henry, you bastard! If you touch me, I'll crush your balls!"

My threats were completely meaningless. Soon, even my angry protests faded away, replaced by something else entirely—the unmistakable sound of passionate moaning.

Isabella stood naked in the hallway, enduring the scrutiny of dozens of eyes, completely stunned. How had this happened? Henry was supposed to come to her!

She remained frozen in place while William, witnessing this obscene display, turned away in disgust, not wanting to taint his eyes with such a sight.

"Richard!" he barked. "Get your wife over here! Where did she find this indecent woman? Get her out immediately! And someone go to the children's room to stay with Billy—don't let him see this filth!"

Mark understood the old man's concern for his great-grandson and quickly volunteered: "Sir, I'll go watch the young master and make sure he doesn't come out." He rushed to the children's room and firmly closed the door.

Richard's face had turned crimson with anger, leaving him nearly speechless. "Someone get her some clothes!" he finally managed. "What a disgrace!"

Two female staff members quickly ran into another guest room, returning with a blanket which they forcibly wrapped around Isabella, dragging her toward the stairs.

Isabella resisted, struggling against them. "Get off me! Don't touch me!" But no one listened to her protests.

With such a commotion upstairs, Catherine could hardly remain unaware. When she finally arrived at the scene and saw only Isabella had been humiliated, she felt as though the sky had fallen on her.

She stared at Isabella in disbelief, her eyes filled with confusion: Didn't I teach you exactly what to do? How did it end up like this?

She instinctively looked down the hallway behind Isabella, but there was no sign of Henry. No sign of Sophia either. A terrible premonition filled her head. She grabbed Isabella's still-struggling arm and demanded loudly: "What were you doing?"

Catherine's plan should have been flawless. If Isabella had followed the steps exactly, she would have succeeded.

But my unexpected appearance had been the one variable they hadn't accounted for.

Isabella had been so close to success—just a hair's breadth away—and now everything was ruined. Faced with Catherine's questioning, Isabella collapsed to the floor like a deflated balloon.

Grace, still unaware of what had happened, pushed her way through the crowd to reach Isabella. She tried to help her up, pulling at the blanket around her. "Isabella, what's wrong? Get up!"

As Grace unconsciously tugged at the blanket, Isabella's naked body was once again exposed to everyone's view. The crowd gasped in renewed shock.

Grace frantically tried to cover Isabella again. "Isabella, what happened to you?"

Catherine was seething with rage. Neither of her daughters had ever shown an ounce of intelligence. "Stop making things worse!" she snapped at Grace. "Hurry up and help Isabella get out of here!"

Grace finally seemed to grasp the situation. Without further questioning, she and the staff members lifted Isabella from the floor and headed toward the stairs. Richard emerged from the crowd, blocking their path. "Wait!"