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The Broken Mother's Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 369    |    Released on: 23/04/2026

the look of shock on Ellwood's fac

t out a long, shaky breath.

phone and called a car service. Twenty minutes later, a black

She walked through the si

idn't need the clothes. She

packed his dinosaur. His blanket. His photo a

t the credit cards on the nightstand. She left t

er phone and di

ice calm. "Send the papers. I

ouriered to his office within

the penthouse, pulling the door sh

of the Stevenson Group tower, Ms. Re

as delivered

ick manila enve

s cane leaning against his chair, ripped i

ettlement

ture was at the bottom. It was clear. It was

't asking for the apartment. She was

smirk, the confidence, the smugness-it all crum

at. He couldn't admit th

throwing the papers onto the desk. "It

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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.”