Her Husband Left His Wedding Ring on His Desk for His Mistress — Until He Opened the Video File on His Phone

"What are you doing here?" Valentina shrieked, taking a frantic step backward toward the plane. "Where is Dante? Guards!"

"Dante's guards work for me now," Isabella stated, her voice echoing coldly over the quiet tarmac.

The two heavily armed men standing near the plane didn't move to help Valentina. They simply crossed their arms, entirely loyal to the woman who had just saved their lives at the docks.

Isabella walked slowly toward the mistress. "You really thought you could manipulate my husband into giving up his city? You thought you could take my place?"

Valentina began to hyperventilate. The glamorous spy realized she was completely trapped. "He loves me! He's leaving you for me!"

"He isn't leaving for Paris, Valentina," Isabella said smoothly, stopping just three feet away. "And neither are you."

Just then, Dante’s SUV roared onto the tarmac, its tires screeching against the concrete. Dante jumped out, his sharp black suit catching the floodlights. He saw Isabella standing tall, in complete control, and the overwhelming shame of his betrayal hit him like a freight train.

He walked over to them, completely ignoring Valentina’s desperate pleas for help. He looked only at Isabella.