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The Broken Mother's Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 835    |    Released on: 23/04/2026

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e felt. Heavy, thick blan

The ceiling was white. The

g on the pole next to the bed. She saw B

nson? Can y

. Her throat was r

car stuck on the curb. You were unconscious. Your core temperature was droppi

was alive. She wasn't sure if

d... did he co

Stevenson hasn't been here. But he did call the nurses' station.

tter laugh that hurt

d up a chair. She sat down, looking nervous.

spered. "I was on duty the d

oward her. The fog in her

enda said, wringing her hands. "But I

verley said,

Aiden... it was way too low. Dr. Caldwell, the surgeon, he argued with the hos

leaning forward, ignori

ears in her eyes. "They wanted him conscious enough to... I don't know

the stomach. Aiden, awake. Aiden, in pain.

," Beverley repeated,

told you," Brenda begged, s

ed out of

r her, and she gripped the side of the bed to steady herself. She swung her legs over the side. The nurse had thoughtfully placed her

but she pushed past him. "I'm leaving.

ent parking garage. She needed to find

ed her car-the front end was crumpled, evidence of the crash. A tow t

toward it when s

I told you

erick walked out from between two parked cars. Her s

wearing. It looked serious, but as she gestured, the edge of it slipped, revealing perfectl

her car. He ran over and threw

this. She pulled out her phone to call a

r. He threw himself onto the groun

ping the boy up into her arms. "Oh my god! B

ching his knee. There

h mock terror, but underneath the act, there was a sm

tantly. It was a setup.

ed by the thump of a cane-echoed

a sling, his injured leg forcing him into a prono

gh on the ground. He saw Beverle

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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.”