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

Chapter 7

The day Sophia Williams was discharged from the hospital happened to be her twenty-fifth birthday.

To celebrate her recovery, Ethan Johnson had reserved the entire top floor of the Imperial Heights Hotel. Crystal chandeliers bathed the banquet hall in dazzling light, while the champagne tower shimmered enticingly under the glow.

"Sophia, do you like it?" Ethan wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, whispering in her ear.

Sophia glanced at the sea of guests with their insincere smiles and gave a slight nod. Her gaze swept over the group of Ethan’s so-called "brothers" lurking in the corner—the same men who had once caused her miscarriage. Her nails dug into her palms without her realizing it.

"Time to cut the cake!" the emcee announced loudly.

Ethan led her toward the towering three-tiered custom cake. Amid the envious stares of the crowd, he asked tenderly, "Sweetheart, what’s your birthday wish today?"

In the past, she would have shyly replied, "Just being with you is enough." But now—

"Can any wish really come true?" She tilted her face up, an unusual glint in her eyes.

Ethan affectionately tapped the tip of her nose. "Of course."

Sophia pulled a blank sheet of paper from her clutch, and the room instantly fell silent. Everyone in the business world knew the danger of signing an unnamed document.

"My first wish," she said, handing him the paper and a pen, "is your signature."

The guests collectively held their breath. Without hesitation, Ethan signed his name, then pressed a kiss to her temple. "There you go. What’s the second one?"

Sophia carefully tucked away the crucial document, her eyes scanning the crowd. Isabella Taylor stood by the champagne table, her jealousy practically radiating off her.

"I want all the shares of Johnson Group," Sophia declared, her voice soft but explosive.

Ethan didn’t even blink. He immediately called his lawyer. In less than ten minutes, the billion-dollar stock transfer agreement was sent to Sophia’s phone.

"Now I’m broke," he teased, hugging her waist. "You’ll have to take care of me, Mrs. Johnson."

Before Sophia could respond, a commotion erupted in the banquet hall.

"Miss Taylor has fainted!"

Ethan stiffened for a split second. He quickly released Sophia. "I’ll take her to the hospital. Text me your last wish, okay?"

As she watched him carry Isabella away in a rush, Sophia gently touched the paper and phone in her bag.

"No need," she murmured to the empty air. "My third wish is to leave you forever."

Three days later, she would walk away with these bargaining chips—and start a brand-new life.