The Silent Womb's Revenge

Chapter 15

The pregnancy test photo had been deliberately sent by Victoria Taylor.

The scene at the rose garden was a trap she had meticulously designed.

Every late-night outing Ethan Sullivan took, Sophia Williams had known about.

And the farce at the Williams household—she had witnessed it all from beginning to end.

Memories flooded in like a tidal wave. Ethan clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Before Sophia blocked Margaret Sullivan, the old woman had been hurling the most vicious curses at her.

"A worthless bitch who can’t even bear a child!"

And he—he had chosen to turn a blind eye.

Yet he had blamed Sophia for being unreasonable.

Ethan suddenly doubled over, his heart feeling as though it had been carved out with a knife.

The pain was so intense his vision darkened.

Every memory was like a slow execution.

If it had been him, he would have lost his mind long ago.

But Sophia?

She had endured it all in silence—carrying their child.

The shrill ring of his phone cut through the air.

The name "Victoria Taylor" glared at him from the screen.

Ethan’s eyes instantly darkened with rage.

How dare she?

"Ethan is already sick of you. Why crawl back like a pathetic beggar?"

"The first baby was aborted. The second one miscarried. He killed them both with his own hands!"

"Do you need to lose another one before you give up?"

"But you can’t even conceive anymore, can you? Why not come be a nanny for my baby?"

Every word was a blade dipped in poison.

Ethan’s breathing turned ragged, Sophia’s pale face flashing before his eyes.

A light laugh came through the phone. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Victoria." Ethan’s voice was ice-cold. "You’re digging your own grave."

"Ethan!" Victoria’s voice trembled. "It was your wife who insulted me first—"

"She cursed my baby! That’s why I—"

Only heavy breathing answered her.

"Ethan?" Panic crept into her voice.

The call ended abruptly.

Victoria clutched her stomach, trembling.

This child was her only lifeline.

Thirty minutes later.

The door to her apartment was kicked open with a violent crash.

Ethan stood in the doorway, his gaze terrifying.

"Ethan!" Victoria shrank back.

"I warned you," he said, advancing step by step, "Sophia is my line in the sand."

His hand closed around her throat.

"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you lay a finger on her?"

Victoria thrashed wildly, grabbing a glass ashtray—

"CRASH!"