The Silent Womb's Revenge

Chapter 14

Margaret Sullivan had always believed she was the happiest woman in the world. Married for forty-three years, her husband doted on her every whim, and her son was a successful businessman.

Until today.

Her hands trembled as she stared at the surveillance footage—her husband, the man who had sworn to love her forever, was embracing a young woman.

The girl bore an uncanny resemblance to Margaret in her youth.

"Slap!"

Margaret stormed into the living room and struck her husband across the face. Her meticulously manicured nails left angry red marks on his skin.

"Have you lost your mind?" he roared, clutching his cheek.

"I've lost my mind?" Her entire body shook. "How long have you been with that tramp?"

Her husband sneered. "Wasn’t Victoria the one you sent into our son’s bed? At least I didn’t give you a bastard!"

The words stabbed through Margaret like a knife. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor, her carefully styled hair unraveling.

"Forty-three years of marriage… and this is how you repay me?"

Ethan stood at the top of the staircase, watching the scene with icy detachment. He descended slowly, his voice frigid.

"Now you know what betrayal feels like, Mother."

Margaret jerked her head up, her makeup smeared from tears. "And what about Sophia? What was she? Just some outsider!"

"Outsider?" Ethan’s eyes darkened dangerously. "She was my wife."

The living room was in ruins. Margaret screamed hysterically, smashing anything within reach. "Get out! All of you—get out!"

Victoria cowered in the corner, a flying vase grazing her forehead.

Ethan didn’t look back as he strode toward the door. The moment he stepped outside, Victoria rushed after him.

"Ethan…" She clutched her stomach, tears welling in her eyes. "What about me and the baby?"

He paused, exhaling sharply. "I’ll give you money."

"I don’t want money!" She grabbed his sleeve. "I just want you to visit us sometimes—"

His phone rang. The butler’s frantic voice came through. "Sir, Mrs. Sullivan sent something!"

Ethan’s heart lurched. He shoved Victoria away and sprinted to the garage. He ran three red lights, covering a thirty-minute drive in fifteen.

"Sophia!"

He nearly tripped over the threshold in his haste. But the living room was empty—only a deliveryman stood there.

"Mrs. Sullivan mailed this from the airport five days ago."

Ethan’s hands shook as he tore open the package. Inside was only Sophia’s phone. When he turned it on, hundreds of unread messages flooded the screen.

One stood out like a blade to the heart.

[Victoria: Smart of you to leave. The title of Mrs. Sullivan will be mine soon enough.]

Ethan scrolled through the messages, his face paling. All this time, Sophia had endured so much—without him ever knowing.

The phone buzzed. A new notification appeared.

[Sophia: I’ve signed the divorce papers. I wish you happiness.]