The Ex-Wife's Escape: From Betrayal to Revenge

Chapter 16

Sophia Williams remained oblivious to the fact that the Johnson family had already set an inescapable trap.

The day Isabella Taylor was released from prison, she was immediately surrounded by Johnson family bodyguards. Four burly men in black suits shadowed her every move, even standing guard outside the bathroom. Prenatal checkups? Straight to the Military Hospital, with VIP access—no waiting in line.

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had calculated everything perfectly. Within the capital, the Johnson family’s influence ran deep. Isabella wouldn’t be able to escape even if she grew wings. They deliberately avoided the hospital where Ethan Johnson was recovering, fearing their son’s explosive reaction if he found out.

After all, that madman was capable of harming his own flesh and blood.

Isabella understood her situation better than anyone. Her time in prison had taught her obedience. Now, she was nothing more than a walking womb, her sole purpose being to deliver the child safely.

"Madam, it’s time for your prenatal tonic," a maid said, entering with a bowl of medicine.

Isabella took it meekly, not daring to so much as frown. The once-arrogant heiress was now as docile as a lamb.

Everyone believed this was a flawless plan.

But even the best-laid schemes have flaws.

That day, the butler arrived at the old mansion to fetch some clothes and happened to witness Mrs. Johnson berating a servant in the garden while Isabella took a stroll.

"Young Master, there’s something..." The butler hesitated outside Ethan’s hospital room.

Ethan lay in bed, his gaze dark. "Speak."

"Your parents have taken Miss Taylor out of prison. She’s staying at the old mansion," the butler whispered. "Madam has ordered that no one tell you."

To his surprise, Ethan merely waved him off.

Only when the door closed did he hurl an orange against the wall. Juice splattered like blood from that rainy night.

If only... if only back then...

He shut his eyes in agony. His mind conjured an image of Sophia, pregnant. Their child would have been so beautiful, inheriting her dimples and his eyes.

"Mr. Johnson, time for your dressing change," a nurse said as she entered.

As she worked, the nurse chatted idly. "The family in the VIP ward downstairs is so devoted. The niece even flew back from abroad..."

Ethan froze.

"Is her last name Williams?" His voice trembled.

The nurse blinked in surprise. "I think so..."

Before she could finish, Ethan was already sprinting out the door.

The corridor lights blurred before his eyes, his heart pounding so hard it threatened to burst. The closer he got to that room, the stronger the scent of blood became—the same scent that had clung to Sophia in his memories.

It was her.

It had to be her!

At the corner, he skidded to a stop. Through the glass window, the figure he had longed for stood with her back to him.

Sophia.