Her Baby’s Not My Husband's - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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"You."
His grip on the knife faltered. I seized the opening, stepping closer. "You're still young, Isaac," I said, keeping my voice steady. "You've got your whole life ahead of you. You can turn this around—rebuild your career, start over. But only if you let my dad go. Please."
For a heartbeat, his expression flickered—uncertainty, hesitation. The knife dipped slightly. Relief surged through me as I stretched out my hand.
Bang!
The gunshot exploded through the warehouse, deafening. Isaac collapsed with a howl, clutching his leg. The knife clattered to the concrete as police swarmed in, weapons drawn.
"Lola!" he shrieked, thrashing as officers wrestled him down. His face twisted with fury. "You played me! This was a setup!"
I didn't waste a second on him. I rushed to my father, my fingers shaking as I worked at the ropes. "Dad, it's over," I whispered, tears spilling free. "You're safe."
The officers hauled Isaac up, snapping cuffs around his wrists. He glared at me, venom in his eyes, as they dragged him away. "You'll regret this!" His voice bounced off the warehouse walls. "I swear, you'll pay for this!"
One of the detectives approached me. "Ms. Nichols, we've gone over the evidence you handed us. Between the kidnapping and attempted murder charges, he's facing twenty years minimum. We'll make sure he never gets near you again."
I nodded, gripping my father's arm as we were led outside.
A month later, Isaac's trial began. I worked side by side with my legal team, digging through every record—phone logs, bank statements. The truth spilled out in court, undeniable: Isaac and Jessica had conspired to ruin me, framing me for malpractice. Every lie, every betrayal, laid bare.
The verdict came swiftly. Guilty on all counts—attempted kidnapping, attempted murder. The judge's gavel fell like a death knell: life in prison.
Isaac's face went slack as they led him away in chains. It was finally over.
With the nightmare behind us, Dad and I packed up and left Baywood—the city that had brought us nothing but pain. We settled in a quiet town where the air smelled like pine and the days moved slower.
There, I found peace. And then, unexpectedly, love. A good man walked into my life, one who saw me—really saw me—and loved me for it. A year later, we married. Not long after, I became a mother.
Cradling my newborn, I felt it—the weight of the past lifting, the future stretching wide and bright ahead of us. No matter how deep the darkness, dawn always comes.
(The End)
His grip on the knife faltered. I seized the opening, stepping closer. "You're still young, Isaac," I said, keeping my voice steady. "You've got your whole life ahead of you. You can turn this around—rebuild your career, start over. But only if you let my dad go. Please."
For a heartbeat, his expression flickered—uncertainty, hesitation. The knife dipped slightly. Relief surged through me as I stretched out my hand.
Bang!
The gunshot exploded through the warehouse, deafening. Isaac collapsed with a howl, clutching his leg. The knife clattered to the concrete as police swarmed in, weapons drawn.
"Lola!" he shrieked, thrashing as officers wrestled him down. His face twisted with fury. "You played me! This was a setup!"
I didn't waste a second on him. I rushed to my father, my fingers shaking as I worked at the ropes. "Dad, it's over," I whispered, tears spilling free. "You're safe."
The officers hauled Isaac up, snapping cuffs around his wrists. He glared at me, venom in his eyes, as they dragged him away. "You'll regret this!" His voice bounced off the warehouse walls. "I swear, you'll pay for this!"
One of the detectives approached me. "Ms. Nichols, we've gone over the evidence you handed us. Between the kidnapping and attempted murder charges, he's facing twenty years minimum. We'll make sure he never gets near you again."
I nodded, gripping my father's arm as we were led outside.
A month later, Isaac's trial began. I worked side by side with my legal team, digging through every record—phone logs, bank statements. The truth spilled out in court, undeniable: Isaac and Jessica had conspired to ruin me, framing me for malpractice. Every lie, every betrayal, laid bare.
The verdict came swiftly. Guilty on all counts—attempted kidnapping, attempted murder. The judge's gavel fell like a death knell: life in prison.
Isaac's face went slack as they led him away in chains. It was finally over.
With the nightmare behind us, Dad and I packed up and left Baywood—the city that had brought us nothing but pain. We settled in a quiet town where the air smelled like pine and the days moved slower.
There, I found peace. And then, unexpectedly, love. A good man walked into my life, one who saw me—really saw me—and loved me for it. A year later, we married. Not long after, I became a mother.
Cradling my newborn, I felt it—the weight of the past lifting, the future stretching wide and bright ahead of us. No matter how deep the darkness, dawn always comes.
(The End)
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