[Isabella's POV]

"No! I don't want my legs to be broken! I don't want broken legs!"

The little boy's screams could be heard throughout. I could hear him from my ward.

Wait, broken legs?

Something went off in my head. It felt as though my brain had just exploded.

I quickly reached down and touched my legs, feeling the hard cast around them. I still had my legs. But a split second later, my chest squeezed again in horror as I pressed down lower and realized that I had lost all feeling in my legs.

It didn't matter whether I tapped on them, or pinched them, or hit them. I couldn't feel a single thing. At this point, my legs just felt like a foreign object—a decoration—to me.

"No… That's impossible… It's got to be impossible…" I mumbled under my breath as I tried to get out of bed. However, I had only just lifted myself up by half a foot when my right leg completely gave out and I tumbled to the ground.

I could also hear Vincenzo's frantic voice at the door.

"Dr. Johnson, is there really nothing you can do about it? Her entire career relies on her racing abilities! If she can't regain mobility in her legs, how is she supposed to… I really don't know how to break the bad news to her!"

"It depends on her recovery," the doctor replied, his voice sounding a little helpless. "However, I really wouldn't recommend that she return to that field afterward. If anything happens to her again, the consequences would be dire."

A short moment of silence later, Vincenzo finally said, "I understand. Thank you."

Every word felt like a sledgehammer to my chest, shattering every last strand of my hope.

I was supposed to carry on my parents' legacy. I was born into a family of motorsport racers. My parents had both been the top racers of their time, and just before they passed away, they passed the family's motorsport company into my hands.

They had hoped that I would continue expanding their business and carry on with their legacy of being a racing prodigy for the rest of my life.

The first time I touched a racecar, back when I was still a little girl, I already knew that it was my destiny.

But now, there were people telling me that I would never be able to touch a racecar again. That was even more devastating to me than death itself.

When Vincenzo came back into the ward, he saw me sprawled out on the ground and hurriedly bent down to help me up. However, when he saw the tears on my face, he immediately stopped short.

"You heard everything, didn't you?"

I didn't look back at him and shoved his outstretched hand away.

My voice trembled as I asked, "Where's Claudia?"

Vincenzo's expression changed. He looked worried, as if I were about to do something crazy. He quickly defended her and said, "She's still young and doesn't know right from wrong. I've already scolded her for attempting to drive without a proper license.

"She also got hurt in the accident. Isabella, don't blame her for the accident, alright?"

I immediately looked at Vincenzo with red eyes. So, he knew all along that Claudia didn't have a proper driver's license, and yet, he still permitted her to drive while I sat next to her as her "navigator".

I suddenly felt like laughing. However, the corners of my mouth felt as if they were stung by the tears rolling down my cheeks. The tears simply wouldn't stop falling.

Even now that things had ended up like this, Vincenzo was still defending her.

"Then what about me?" I asked, my voice quiet and soft. "If I can't blame her, then who should I blame this on? Myself? I can never stand on my own two feet again, and yet, you're still trying to defend her!"

Vincenzo frowned. He sounded impatient as he replied, "Isabella, I've already told you that she didn't do it on purpose. Why must you insist on pinning the blame on her?"

He then paused for a bit before chiding me again, this time with an accusatory tone, "Also, you shouldn't have tried to grab the steering wheel from her. If you hadn't done that, none of this would've happened. Have you ever stopped to think that it could've been your fault?"

I felt as though he had just splashed a bucket of cold water on my face. I could feel my blood freezing in my body.

A split second later, I laughed. I laughed so hard that anyone would think I was crying.

Of course, I would always be in the wrong as long as Claudia was involved.

My heart was hollowed out a long time ago. But this time, it felt as though he had just cracked my ribs open and ground whatever was left of my heart into fine powder.

I shut my eyes and said weakly, "I'm tired. You may leave now."

Vincenzo shuddered when he saw the despair written on my face. It was only then that he realized how hurtful his words toward me had been. He opened his mouth, wanting to apologize, but nothing came out.

Over the next three days, Vincenzo never left the ward. He fed me every dose of medicine and made every dish I used to love. He even set up a portable bed right next to mine and would wake up every time I shifted in the night.

On the contrary, I behaved like a puppet who had lost all will to live. I'd open my mouth when he fed me my dose of medicine and get up when he helped me up, but I never said a word to him and refused to look at him the entire time.

In the end, he finally couldn't hold back and told me, "I'm going to marry Claudia in a fake wedding."

This was the first time I gave him a response since our last conversation.

"Okay. I'll be there," I said, my voice as calm as ever.

Vincenzo's heart sank. He had expected me to cry, yell, scream at him, or demand an explanation from him. He never expected me to remain as calm as I did.

He hurriedly began explaining himself to me. Panic was evident in his voice.

"Isabella, it's just because the Marino family seems to have their eyes on Claudia, and they're trying to force her into marriage with them. I'm her older brother. I can't bear to watch her marry into that family and destroy herself in the process.

"So, I was thinking that I'd announce to the public that you and I are divorced, and then, I'll hold a wedding with Claudia. But trust me, the wedding is going to be fake, and so is our divorce. Everything will go back to normal after I've settled everything with the Marino family."

I laughed when I heard his plans. It wasn't a self-deprecating laugh. It wasn't a mocking laugh either. Rather, it stemmed from relief.

I knew then that Alexander was finally putting his plan into action.

Vincenzo had always told me that the Marinos were inhumane monsters. However, to me, the Marinos were my only form of escape from my suffocating situation. They were my very last hope.

When Vincenzo saw the smile on my face, the worry immediately disappeared from his expression. "Don't worry, Isabella. You're the only one in my heart. I went overboard the other day. Just tell me whatever you want, and I'll get it done for you as long as you stop being mad at me."

He leaned forward and looked at me like he was about to cry. Even his voice sounded a little nasal.

He knew that this was my weakness, and I had always fallen for it in the past. But now, Vincenzo was behaving like a complete stranger to me. I felt so calm that it was as if my heart was made of stone.

I looked at Vincenzo's beseeching eyes and suddenly felt like laughing out loud.

"Okay. If that's the case, tell Claudia to marry someone else. She'd still be safe then, wouldn't she?"

The look on his face froze at once. His lips twitched for a long while before they finally tugged upward in a forced smile.

"Stop making a fuss, Isabella."

He reached out, wanting to caress my cheek, but I ducked and avoided it. His hand froze awkwardly in mid-air.

There was a dark look on his face, and he looked like he was losing his temper. "She's also your younger sister in a way. How could you be jealous of her? Can't you think of something else that you want? Just say it, and I'll get it done."

I continued smiling at him despite the bitterness surging in my chest.

I knew it. I knew that his vows and promises meant nothing as long as Claudia was involved.

"I was just joking," I said, keeping my smile away as my voice turned solemn. "Do whatever you both want. There's no need for you to tell me about it."

Vincenzo finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that I had finally dropped the subject. He smiled again and reached out to pet my head. "I knew that you'd understand, Isabella. I'm going off now. Rest well."

He then turned and disappeared down the corridor. As soon as he was out of sight, the last of my smile disappeared from my face as well.

So, this was why he'd been staying with me and diligently taking care of me. It wasn't out of guilt or apology. He was just worried that I would make a fuss and mess up his plans with Claudia.

I found myself chuckling in self-deprecation. I then reached for my phone under my pillow and called Sophia.

"Is my divorce agreement ready, Sophia?"

There was a moment of silence on the phone. In fact, it was so long that I thought the call had disconnected.

Then, Sophia spoke, sounding a little reluctant. "Isabella… You and Vincenzo aren't married. The marriage certificate you showed me the other day is fake."

[Isabella's POV]

I felt myself freezing all over. My ears wouldn't stop ringing.

I clutched my phone in shock, my voice trembling as I asked, "W-What did you just say?"

"It's the truth," Sophia said, sounding a little careful and apologetic. "I got someone to check. On paper, you're single, and Vincenzo is divorced.

"His ex-wife is Claudia Henderson. They only finalized the divorce two months ago. And the stamp on your marriage certificate was forged. As for the documentation… They're all fakes from the dollar store or something. In short, you're not legally husband and wife."

Sophia choked on her emotions as she spoke.

So, my grand wedding—the one that had all my wedding guests sighing in awe and admiration—had been fake the whole time. Nobody could have known that it had never been the real deal.

My hands shook as I tapped on the screenshot that Sophia had forwarded to me. The pale screen reflected against my equally pale face, turning my face ashen.

The lines of words on the screen were like poisonous needles that jabbed straight into my eyes, making them hurt.

To think that I had been the homewrecker all this time and ruined someone else's relationship for ten whole years.

Ten.

The best ten years of my life—from when I was 17 until I was 27—had all been spent on Vincenzo. And, as it turned out, I never even got a formal title out of it.

How pathetic.

The pain from my legs and the suffocating feeling in my chest suddenly surged tenfold. I couldn't remain calm any longer.

The ward was suddenly filled with my loud, agonizing screams and howls. I cried and screamed at the top of my lungs, until even the patients next door couldn't help but feel sorry for me.

In the end, I fought to get out of bed. I was seething with rage as I grabbed the crutches next to me and hobbled out of the ward, making my way straight toward Vincenzo's office as quickly as I could.

When Vincenzo saw me at the door, he was first pleasantly surprised to see me. Then, he quickly saw my shaky legs and ashen face, and he immediately came up to me with a frown. He looked at me with an apologetic expression.

"Isabella? What are you doing here? Don't your legs hurt?"

He tried to reach out to me to steady me up, but I shoved him aside at once.

I pushed my phone toward him, my eyes filled with despair. "Vincenzo Cursley, if there's one thing I regret the most in my entire life, it's having met you!"

Vincenzo was taken aback by my declaration. However, when he saw the contents on my phone screen, the blood immediately drained from his face.

He hurriedly took the phone from me and tapped on the photo. He kept scrolling and scrolling, his face falling more and more with each second. In the end, his eyes landed on the line where I had told Sophia that I wanted to divorce him.

"You're divorcing me?" Vincenzo immediately looked up at me, his eyes panicking. "You're planning to leave me?"

I sniffled as I glared at him with pure hatred in my eyes. "That's right! Since we were never legally married in the first place, that means I can leave this very moment!"

I then snatched the phone back from him, my fingers shaking as I tapped on Alexander's phone number next.

However, before the line could even go through, Vincenzo snatched the phone away from my hands and flung it to the floor in full force. The phone screen shattered immediately upon contact with the ground.

I looked up at him in shock and was immediately met with his bloodshot eyes. There wasn't a single ounce of warmth or gentleness left in his eyes—only manic anger. He looked frightening.

"I will never let you leave me!"

I shuddered hard. However, I still gritted my teeth and turned to leave.

I'd only just taken two steps forward when I felt a sudden sharp pain in the side of my neck. Then, my world turned dark, and I completely lost all consciousness.

…

When I opened my eyes again, I realized that Vincenzo had taken me home. However, the doors and windows had been reinforced, and they could only be opened with a special key.

I had no other choice but to go back to the living room and stare at the beautiful, unopened box of cake sitting on the table. At once, I felt a wave of nausea rising in my throat.

I turned to return to my room, thinking to lock the door behind me. But Vincenzo suddenly jumped out and blocked my path. He thought that I was trying to escape. A split second later, he took out a pair of handcuffs and locked me to the headboard of the bed.

"Listen to me, Isabella. Once everything is over, I promise that I'll make it up to you. You'll just have to put up with this for now."

I glared at him. Just then, the door opened from the outside.

It was Claudia. She waved something in her hand and said, "Vincenzo, which one do you think looks nicer on me?"

My pupils narrowed at once. She was holding the diamond necklace and bracelet that Mom had left for me."

"Vincenzo!" I roared, my voice sounding thick and hoarse like a rusty copper bell. "Those belong to my mother!"

Vincenzo gave me a complicated look. Still, he defended her and said, "I know. And I know that I did everything in my power to locate them and get them back for you."

He then reluctantly put the necklace around Claudia's neck and threatened me, saying, "If you're still thinking of escaping, then these two items will forever belong to Claudia. Just behave yourself and wait for our wedding to be over. Once everything is done, I promise you that things will all go back to normal.

"I'll register my marriage with you and give you another bigger, grander wedding than before. You're still the only person I acknowledge as my wife."

I glared at him with pure hatred in my eyes.

If he was going to force me to marry him again, then I would rather kill myself right now.

Vincenzo seemed to read my mind and took away everything that could be used as a weapon to kill myself. Everything I could touch or lay my hands on was soft and fluffy. Even the cuffs he used on me were changed to a silky rope instead.

…

The day before their wedding, I still stayed in bed, refusing to eat or drink.

Vincenzo hugged me from the back, feeling sorry for me. He rested his chin against my shoulder and spoke to me in a gentle voice.

"Don't blame this on me, okay, Isabella? I really do love you. Once my wedding with Claudia is over, and after the Marinos have given up on her, I'll bring you straight to the town hall to get our marriage registered. I'll make sure that the certificate this time is real. Alright?"

I closed my eyes and refused to answer him.

…

The next morning, Claudia walked into the room in her white wedding gown and purposely showed off Mom's diamond necklace around her neck.

Her eyes shone brightly as she whispered in my ear, "You look so pitiful, Bella. I warned you before that you should've removed yourself from the equation from the very start. This necklace is ugly, but Vincenzo insisted on giving it to me as a wedding gift.

"Oh, and by the way, your parents' motorsport company belongs to me now."

I didn't say a single word.

My eyelashes fluttered softly as tears fell from the corners of my eyes.

When Vincenzo saw that I was crying, he gently wiped my tears away and kissed me on the forehead. Then, he comforted me and said, "Behave yourself, and I'll come back to you after the wedding is over. It won't take a long time. Everything will be back to normal afterward."

They didn't know that I had lost all will to live.

So, from the moment Vincenzo and Claudia left the room, hand in hand, I turned to the side and placed my wrist right in front of my mouth. I didn't feel any pain when I sank my teeth into my wrist. There was just the warm, sticky blood dripping from the wound.

I had just managed to make a tiny wound when suddenly, the bedroom window was smashed open from the outside. A dummy body was thrown in afterward. Then, I saw a handsome face appearing at the window.

The morning sun shone brightly behind Alexander's figure, highlighting his face and giving him a warm, superhero glow. He held his hand out to me.

"I've come for you, Isabella."