The Ex-Wife's Escape: From Betrayal to Revenge

Chapter 25

"Love?" Sophia Williams curled her crimson lips, her fingers lightly tapping against the teacup. "His love is getting another woman pregnant?"

Mrs. Johnson's face paled instantly.

The scene from that birthday banquet was still vivid—Isabella Taylor collapsing in front of everyone. The words "8 weeks pregnant" on the hospital report had stabbed into Sophia's heart like a blade.

"You must have been thrilled, weren’t you?" Sophia suddenly laughed softly. "Finally, someone could carry on the Johnson family line."

Mrs. Johnson’s hands clenched tightly.

For three years, she had schemed against Sophia in every way possible—herbal remedies, secret prescriptions, even humiliating her in front of relatives, calling her a barren hen.

So when news of Isabella’s pregnancy broke, she had silently condoned the affair without hesitation.

"Sophia, Ethan—"

"Enough." Sophia stood, sunlight filtering through the curtains casting fractured shadows across her face. "Tell him this—my heart isn’t a trash can. It won’t hold his filth."

Mrs. Johnson opened her mouth to speak, but the ice in Sophia’s gaze silenced her.

Footsteps echoed urgently down the hospital corridor.

Ethan Johnson stared at the doorway until his mother appeared alone. The light in his eyes dimmed.

"She refused to come?"

Mrs. Johnson hesitated, then sighed.

He picked up the wedding photo on the nightstand. In it, Sophia was radiant, smiling, while he pressed a reverent kiss to the back of her hand.

"I swear, I’ll love only you in this lifetime."

The vow still lingered in his ears—yet betrayal had already taken root.

He remembered the question Sophia had once asked him: "What do you do when something becomes tainted?"

His fingers traced the cold edge of the fruit knife.

"Then..." The blade plunged into his chest without hesitation. "Discard it."

Blood bloomed across the white hospital sheets like a grotesque flower.

"Someone help! Code blue in Room 302!" A nurse’s scream shattered the night.

When Mrs. Johnson stumbled into the room, she found her son with a peaceful smile on his lips. His fingers still clutched the wedding photo, the blood now soaking through Sophia’s smiling face.

Three days later, at the international airport.

Sophia stood at the boarding gate, her phone screen displaying Ethan’s obituary. She stared at it for a long moment, until the announcement echoed overhead.

"Passengers of flight CA1347 to Paris, boarding has now commenced..."

A single tear splashed onto her passport.

She wiped it away and stepped onto the jet bridge without looking back.

Through the window, the city lights of Beijing faded into the distance.

Just like that blood-soaked past—buried forever in the passage of time.