His Perfect Trap, My Perfect Revenge

Chapter 16

"Baby, I'm so sorry... You've been through hell because of me," the man's voice crackled through the recorder.

"It's okay," the woman replied softly. "I'd do anything for you."

"If only we had the money," he sighed. "If we did, you wouldn't have to go through this... and we could keep our baby too."

"Don't worry," she murmured. "I'll be back soon. Magnus is still waiting for me at home."

"Magnus? That ex you told me about? The one from Colon Corporation?"

"Yeah, that's him. He's obsessed with me," she confirmed.

"When I get back, I'll get a job at his company—maybe as his assistant. He trusts me completely. It won't take long to transfer his assets to us. After that, we can disappear and start over."

"By the time he figures it out, Colon Corporation will be nothing but an empty shell. And we'll finally have the family we always wanted."

The recorder kept playing, but Magnus couldn't take another second.

He slowly raised his head, his burning gaze locking onto Sabrina, now ghostly pale. His eyes blazed with fury, the edges turning bloodshot.

"No... no, Magnus, it's not what it looks like! Please, just let me explain!" she stammered, panic lacing her voice.

"The evidence is right here," Magnus said, his voice icy. "What could you possibly say to fix this?"

Sabrina's lips trembled, but no words came out. She was frozen under the weight of his rage.

"Why, Sabrina?" His voice was raw, broken. "I loved you. How could you do this to me?"

Blinded by fury, Magnus grabbed her by the throat, his grip tightening until it felt like he might crush her.

But then—Sabrina laughed. A hollow, shattered sound.

"You loved me?" she spat, her voice trembling. "If you really loved me, would you have thrown me to the wolves?"

"Three years," she choked out. "Three damn years you played house with Chelsea, completely clueless about the nightmare I was living."

Magnus's grip faltered, confusion cutting through his anger. "What... what are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about?" Sabrina shoved him away with a bitter laugh, collapsing to the floor, her body shaking.

"You sent me to the UK—straight into hell. Straight to my father, the one person I was terrified of."

Her words hit Magnus like a sledgehammer. He staggered back, shaking his head.

"I didn't know... I swear, I had no idea—"

"Of course you didn't!" Sabrina snapped, her voice breaking. "Because you never bothered to check!"

"I was barely there three months before he found me," she continued, her voice trembling with rage. "I thought prison would've changed him. But he only got worse. He gambled everything away. And when he lost it all, he came for me."

Her breath hitched, but she forced the words out.

"You wanna know what he did, Magnus? He sold me to a nightclub. Let them do whatever they wanted to me—as long as he got his cut."

She lifted her eyes to his—filled with pain, fury, and a grief so deep it was unbearable. "Where were you when I was lying there, broken and bleeding? When I was begging for it to stop?"

Magnus opened his mouth, but no words came.

"I'll tell you where you were," she hissed, her voice cracking. "You were back home, marrying Chelsea."

"I woke up one morning in a filthy, bloodstained room, only to see your perfect wedding plastered across every headline." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Magnus... do you have any idea how hopeless I felt in that moment?"