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The Broken Mother's Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 769    |    Released on: 23/04/2026

study. She leaned her forehead a

Bang

muffled by the heavy oak, but the fury was clea

on the rug. She sat down in the leather chair and looked at the framed

she didn't make a sound. She wiped

genuinely believed she was hiding Aiden. In his twisted

son family who couldn't be manipulated

past Ellwood's name and found the numb

d call. It

ravelly, but carried the weight

d. She took a breath, forcing the wor

What's

Harder than signing the death certificate. "

tched over the line. She could hear the tic

ing with a mixture of shock and rising anger. "The doc

er voice flat. "Or they were

. The grief was already transformin

ck tonight. Celebrating her son's recovery. He thinks

glass shattering. Dennison was roaring, a sound

"I will handle this. You stay put. Do

ne wen

since she had left the hospital, a tiny sliver

less than

Ellwood's name fla

pressing the p

scream. "How dare you? How dare you drag

one away from her ear,

" he yelled. "You hid my son to punish me, and now you're lying

throat. It came out hollow, bri

y, Ellwood," she said. Her

wenty-four hours! You bring Aiden back, or I will destroy the

g back a dead c

" he roared, and th

the window. Down below, on the street, she could see the black

nder hous

oto again. He was lying in a cold morgue drawer, waiting

ught he was a pawn

stay there. She would

in. She didn't call Ellwood

d the fun

enwood Cemetery. I don't care about the cost. I want the b

nd she was going to make sure th

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The Broken Mother's Ruthless Revenge
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“My little boy died on the operating table during a minor, routine surgery. That exact same night, my billionaire husband bought out the Hudson River for a massive, million-dollar fireworks show. It wasn't to mourn our child. It was to celebrate his first love's son being discharged from the hospital. When I confronted him with our son's death certificate, he sneered and accused me of hiding the boy to get his attention. He held his mistress in our home, watched her fake a panic attack, and threatened to bankrupt my family if I didn't get on my knees and apologize to her. But the most horrifying truth came from a terrified hospital nurse. My son's anesthesia was deliberately kept low during the procedure to keep his tissue viable to save the mistress's child. He was awake and in agonizing pain while his own father planned a grand celebration for another man's son. I couldn't understand how a father could be so completely heartless. How could he sacrifice his own flesh and blood just to please a woman who constantly manipulated him? Looking at the ashes on my son's favorite toy, my paralyzing grief evaporated, replaced by a cold, unyielding rage. I arranged my little boy's funeral alone in the freezing rain, left my wedding ring on the counter, and walked straight into the private hotel suite of my husband's most ruthless business rival. "Let's take him down," I said.”