His First Love, My Son's Grave

Name: His First Love, My Son's Grave
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For years, I, an Apache Spirit Guide, brought blessings to the Maxwell ranch, transforming its barren soil into fertile land through ancient ways. My marriage to Ethan had sealed a sacred pact, and our son, Kay, was a vibrant symbol of this union, his laughter echoing through the canyons. Then, Sophia Kincaid, Ethan's past love, reappeared. She claimed to be pregnant with his child and, manipulated by a shady psychic, demanded Kay's sacred turquoise amulet-a protection blessed by my elders-to ensure her baby's "destiny." Ethan, blinded by Sophia's charm, violently ripped the amulet from our five-year-old son's neck. Kay died that night, bleeding and gasping in my arms, while Ethan, oblivious to his son's violent pineapple allergy, entertained Sophia. My grief was absolute, yet for him, it was merely an inconvenience. Publicly humiliated, forced to drink a vile potion stealing my fertility, my hands brutally broken by Ethan himself, I wondered: how could the man I loved, the father of my child, descend into such monstrous cruelty? Lying broken and bleeding in the dust, the man I married abandoned me. But as darkness threatened to consume me, my ancestors whispered, igniting a new fire within. Now, I, Wind Walker, have returned to my people, ready to embrace my true power and witness the Maxwell legacy crumble, just as Ethan's soul did.

Family Modern Revenge Female-centered Divorce Personal growth

Chapter 10

06-21 13:58

Introduction

For years, I, an Apache Spirit Guide, brought blessings to the Maxwell ranch, transforming its barren soil into fertile land through ancient ways.

My marriage to Ethan had sealed a sacred pact, and our son, Kay, was a vibrant symbol of this union, his laughter echoing through the canyons.

Then, Sophia Kincaid, Ethan's past love, reappeared.

She claimed to be pregnant with his child and, manipulated by a shady psychic, demanded Kay's sacred turquoise amulet-a protection blessed by my elders-to ensure her baby's "destiny."

Ethan, blinded by Sophia's charm, violently ripped the amulet from our five-year-old son's neck.

Kay died that night, bleeding and gasping in my arms, while Ethan, oblivious to his son's violent pineapple allergy, entertained Sophia.

My grief was absolute, yet for him, it was merely an inconvenience.

Publicly humiliated, forced to drink a vile potion stealing my fertility, my hands brutally broken by Ethan himself, I wondered: how could the man I loved, the father of my child, descend into such monstrous cruelty?

Lying broken and bleeding in the dust, the man I married abandoned me.

But as darkness threatened to consume me, my ancestors whispered, igniting a new fire within.

Now, I, Wind Walker, have returned to my people, ready to embrace my true power and witness the Maxwell legacy crumble, just as Ethan's soul did.