The Silent Womb's Revenge

Chapter 29

Sophia's fingers trembled slightly. She couldn’t believe what she was reading.

Alexander Johnson—the gentle, refined man—had meticulously documented a series of "seduction plans" in his notebook. From carefully orchestrated "chance encounters" to pre-planned conversation topics, every detail was laid out.

"This is just..." She couldn’t help but laugh.

Then, on the last page, a line of small handwriting caught her eye:

"Never mind. It would only make her sad."

Her heart clenched.

"Surprising, isn’t it?" Emily Johnson approached with a cup of coffee. "When I first found this, I almost thought his account had been hacked."

Sophia pressed her lips together, smiling. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting delicate shadows on her lashes.

"Everyone in the family says he’s obsessed," Emily shrugged. "Twelve years. From college until now. Never wavered."

"That morning..." Emily suddenly grew serious. "I genuinely didn’t know you two were together."

Sophia waved it off.

"These two..." She hesitated, gesturing at the notebook.

"Take them," Emily said easily. "Returning them to their rightful owner."

On her way home, Sophia found herself inexplicably stepping into a pharmacy.

When the pregnancy test showed two lines, her mind went blank.

"Ding-dong—"

The doorbell rang at the perfect moment.

Alexander stood outside, his bangs damp with sweat. He clutched a piece of paper in his hand, his fingertips white from the grip.

"Sophia, look at this."

A vasectomy confirmation slip. The date showed it had been done the day after he returned to the country.

Sophia slid the notebook toward him.

Alexander’s face flushed crimson to the tips of his ears. "I’m not a creep!"

Then she pushed the pregnancy test toward him.

Alexander froze, like a robot that had been paused mid-motion.

"Think carefully," Sophia said softly. "I want this baby. But I don’t necessarily need you."

Sunlight fell across her face, softening her features.

"Okay," Alexander’s voice cracked. "Whatever you want."

Six months later.

Ethan Sullivan arrived at the café precisely on time. At exactly four o’clock, a familiar pair passed by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Alexander was carefully supporting Sophia, one hand resting protectively on her noticeably rounded belly. Rumor had it they were expecting a girl.

Ethan’s fingers absently traced her silhouette against the glass.

His phone vibrated. His mother, reminding him to come home for dinner.

"Mom, I’ll be right there."

After hanging up, he cast one last glance at the retreating figures in the distance.

His coffee had gone cold. Just like the warmth he’d forever lost.

Ethan stood and left. He had turned himself into an island, watching day after day over a shoreline he could never reach.

This was the punishment he’d chosen.

And the only redemption he had left.