Isabella nodded immediately. “Go ahead. Work’s been busy lately. I understand.”
Samuel hurriedly left once again.
Isabella held her phone. She was waiting to see what shocking video Jennifer would send her next.
As expected, Jennifer’s message came quickly.
This time, it was a photo—a hospital checkup form.
[Jennifer Lewis, four weeks pregnant, threatened miscarriage]
Jennifer: Last night at the theater was too much fun, and the baby’s showing signs of miscarriage. The hospital says the baby’s father needs to be there to sign the forms. Sorry, Mrs. Grant, but your husband belongs to me again today!
Jennifer was pregnant?!
Isabella held the phone tightly, staring at the pregnancy test results. She couldn’t snap out of it.
Jennifer: I forgot to tell you, for the next week, he’ll still be mine. He promised to go to Hawaii with me to celebrate our little baby.
Jennifer: He’s leaving the room to give you a call. Be prepared, Mrs. Grant.
The way she said “Mrs. Grant” was filled with a hint of provocation.
Almost immediately, Isabella’s phone rang.
The screen displayed the word [Honey].
She took a deep breath and answered.
“Bella, I’m sorry. Something came up at work, and I need to go on a business trip-”
Before he could finish, Isabella interrupted him directly. “Go ahead.”
Samuel continued apologizing, “Bella, don’t worry. I’ll be back for our anniversary. And the wedding ring—the symbol of our love—I’ll put it back on you during the ceremony.”
“Samuel, do you love me?”
“Of course! You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved in this life.”
Isabella replied, “If one day, you betray our love, I will leave you. Forever.”
Samuel laughed like he had just heard a joke. He chuckled and said, “I won’t ever give you that chance.”
“I’m serious. I’m not joking. If I ever find out, you’ll never find me again.”
“As long as you’re Isabella Jones, it doesn’t matter where you go. Even if you run to the end of the world, I’ll always find you.”
“Really? What if I’m not Isabella Jones anymore?”
Samuel’s smile widened, and his voice was lazy and indulgent. “How could you not be Isabella? Alright, Bella, don’t overthink things. I’ll only ever love you. One week from now, I’ll be back to spend time with you.”
Ten minutes later, the staff from Fauxlife Solutions sent her an address.
When Isabella arrived, the staff handed her a stack of documents. “Ms. Jones, from today on, this is your new identity.”
She flipped through the papers.
Her new name was Elysia Farrow.
Elysia was a beautiful name associated with “parting”—she was about to leave Samuel forever.
She had chosen this name for herself.
From now on, there would be no more Isabella Jones. There would only be Elysia Farrow.
“Ms. Jones… I mean, Ms. Farrow, we’ve also booked your ticket. It’s for next Saturday at 10 a.m. to Frosthaven.”
Isabella gathered the documents and nodded, thanking the staff. “Thank you. I’ll transfer the full commission to your company’s account later.”
“Ms. Farrow, you still have a week to reconsider. If you change your mind, we won’t charge you any fees.”
“No,” Isabella stood up, her tone firm. “I won’t change my mind.”
