Deckard's POV

The trial came and went, though to Deckard, it felt like hours.

He watched his wife the entire time. Her expression was sad, but when she caught his gaze, she gave him a small smile that made his shoulders relax.

Deckard already knew what was coming before the judge spoke.

"Mr. Shaw, please rise."

He stood.

"I have decided to place you in a black ops site for the foreseeable future."

Deckard clenched his jaw but said nothing.

"Mrs. Shaw, please rise."

Isabella stood as the judge continued, "You, on the other hand, have been cleared. Someone has hired you, and you are free to go. You've also requested visitation rights with Mr. Shaw, and I will allow it."

Relief flickered across Isabella's face, but Deckard wasn't surprised. His wife always had a plan.

Just as he was about to be taken away, the doors swung open.

Isabella walked in, looking completely badass—her outfit sharp, her hair styled in a tight bun.

Deckard smirked. "Damn, love, you look incredible."

Isa smiled, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Aww, thanks, babe."

She strode over and kissed him, not caring about the cops or Hobbs watching. They didn't stop them either.

She leaned in and whispered, "I'll find a way to get you out."

Deckard pressed a kiss to her cheek, then her lips. "See you soon, my love."

With that, Hobbs took him by the arm and led him to the waiting transport. But as they passed, Hobbs subtly slipped Isabella a piece of paper. Deckard smirked. Interesting.

Isabella's POV

As I stepped outside, Dom and the crew were waiting.

Dom walked up first. "Isa... I'm sorry."

I crossed my arms. "Save it, Dom. I don't want to hear your fake apology. Let's be real—we're not friends, and we're certainly not siblings anymore. I hope you enjoy your honeymoon."

I turned to Letty. "Text me when you're back. We'll grab coffee."

Letty gave me a small smile. "Will do."

Dom exhaled and looked at me again. "Isa, I should have believed you about Vince."

I scoffed. "Don't call me Isa." My voice was sharp. "I tried to tell you—over and over—but you never listened. What I said in there was the truth. It's going to take a lot more than this to fix what you broke. Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do.

I glanced at Brian and Letty. "Bye, Brian. Bye, Letty."

Then I looked back at Dom. "Goodbye, Dominic."

Without another word, I climbed into my car and drove off.

As I sped down the road, I dialled Magdalene. When she answered, I laid out my plans, and she smirked. It felt good to talk to her—to have someone in my corner.

I glanced at the horizon, a smirk forming on my lips.

This wasn't the last time the world would hear the name—

Isabella Maria Shaw.

Isabella's car 

Isabella's outfit