The Ex-Wife's Unforgiving Revenge

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n in the stuffy hospital waiting room. The congenital heart condition she' d inherited from Gr

cream after?" she whi

"If you' re brave for

oice cut through the sterile

n the hall, Adam skipping ahead of them, a bright red toy car clutched in his han

his step faltering. He looked... uncomfortable. Guilty, perhaps? A fleeting tho

r the attentive partner, slid her arm through his, her manicured

ppearing in my grasp. I didn' t answer. I just began to walk pa

plastered a wide, insincere smile on her face. "Well, well, if it isn' t Jillian Chapman!" Her

ing, pullin

carrying. "Just like you ran from your responsibilitie

My father, Dr. Hartley Miles, a man whose integrity was his very breath. They had dragged his name thr

your former student. Such a scandal, wasn' t it? Nearly ruined Columbia' s reputation, that whole sordid affair." She feigned a sympathetic sigh. "Though, in hindsight, I

t the wedding, the projector screen flashing the fabricated evidence, the whispers, the

. But he had just stared at me, his eyes full of a chilling conv

wasn' t a monster!" Ida cried, her tiny fists balled. Her face wa

. "Watch your tone, you little brat!" She lunged forward, her

ught off guard, stumbled, then regained his footing. He didn' t like being touched, especially not

er of a metal chair. Her eyes rolled back. A thin trickle of crimson bloomed

y voice was a strangled shriek. I dropped to my knees, cradling her limp body

es. I saw Grayson, frozen, his face a mask of horror. All the years of abuse, t

lt like a separate entity. My palm connected with Kiera' s cheek with a sickening

did this! You always do this! You took everything! My family! My life! An

ide with shock and fury. "Grayson! Did you s

their thinly veiled distaste, felt like stones pelting my already broken spirit. C

e. His eyes, fixed on his little sister, welled with tears. "

ine shirt. "Ida! Baby, wake up!" he pleaded, his voice choked with emotion. He turned to his assistant, who had materialized seemingly out of now

"Head trauma... cardiac arrest... we need to

he emergency room. "Transplant list! She needs a

ion and terror churning in my gut. He clutch

n, reached a weak hand towards Grayson. "Dadd

ross his face. His carefully constructed world, his meticulously crafted lies, were starting

own at Ida, then buried his face in her hair. His sho

elled, his voice thick with tears. He hugged Ida tightly as the doc

by Grayson' s assistant. She was crying, her sobs echoing down the ha

ent, sterile corridor. My legs gave out. I sank to the floor, my hands

. The desperation. The helplessness. This wa

t from an unfamiliar number. Your appointment has bee

e was just beginning. It was not just for Ida