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The Broken Mother's Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 691    |    Released on: 23/04/2026

rley's clearly undrivable car or the lack of blood on Ryan's knee. He

t down-a movement that cost him vis

. "I'm so scared, Ellwood. She just... she stepped

ing his cane. He turned his head toward B

with you?" he roared. "Y

My car is wrecked-look at it. It won't even sta

ointing a finger at her. "You think a s

other tells him to,

to wail louder. "She hi

leigh, then you attack me, now you try to run over her son. Y

. It wasn't worth it. Explaining the truth to a

voice flat. "Do you want to call the police?

oward the camera in the corner of the

rowful face. "Ellwood, please. Don't call the police. It's just... she'

one breath, she played the saint and cond

ooked at Kaleigh. Then he turne

d. "Apologize to Kaleig

irty parking garage, defending a woman who had faked an injury

rley's lips. It was

," she

m hers. "I am not playing games, Beverley. Apologize, o

a gasp. She clutched her chest, her face going

heezed. "My hear

he managed to scoop Kaleigh up, holding her against his ch

h's head. "You did this. You stre

rying Kaleigh. Ryan skipped behind

s opened. Ellwood stepped inside, turned wi

he fight was over. The hope was gone. The last

er pocket. Her pho

didn't call her parents. She

ard the elevator, stopping jus

," she c

p, she saw him pause, lo

ight into his eyes.

voice clear and steady, echoing in

oors

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The Broken Mother's Ruthless Revenge
The Broken Mother's Ruthless Revenge
“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.”