The Silent Womb's Revenge

Chapter 7

"Sophia, Ethan went to heat up milk for you. He said your stomach can't handle cold drinks." Jacob Williams swirled his wine glass with a knowing smirk. "A man that considerate is hard to come by."

Sophia's fingers trembled, her nails digging into her palms.

How many times had they lied to her to make it sound so effortless?

She couldn't stay another second.

"I'm tired. I'm leaving."

"Should Ethan take you home?"

Sophia locked eyes with him. "No. Don’t interrupt his drinking."

Jacob shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "Then I’ll call you a cab."

Before getting in the car, Sophia took one last look at the brother she had raised.

"Sis... what’s wrong?" Jacob avoided her eyes.

Sophia shut the car door without a word.

The moment she got home, Ethan’s call came through.

"Why didn’t you wait for me? It’s dangerous this late!"

At the same time, Victoria’s message popped up.

[I heard your first time was in this bed? He said you were like a log—couldn’t even change positions.]

[No wonder he was so pent up. He nearly broke me earlier.]

On their wedding night, Ethan had noticed her shaking with nerves.

He took her back to her childhood bedroom in the Williams’ house.

Sweat beading on his forehead, he had been unbearably gentle.

When she cried, he kissed her tears, his own eyes red.

"Sophia, I’ll treat you well for the rest of our lives."

Now, the memory made her sick.

"Sophia? Why aren’t you saying anything?" Ethan pressed on the phone.

She bit her lip hard, afraid she’d shatter if she spoke.

"Ethan, my sister’s home," Jacob’s voice cut in. "The ride receipt shows she arrived."

"Go keep Victoria company. I’ll text my sister later."

"Be careful. Don’t slip up."

Jacob scoffed. "Sophia trusts me more than anyone. Besides, since she can’t even—"

"Jacob!" Ethan snapped. "One more word like that, and I swear—"

"Fine, fine. My bad."

The call ended.

Jacob’s message followed immediately.

[Ethan promised to stay up with me tonight. He’s crashing at our place. Don’t worry, Sis—I’ll keep an eye on him.]

Ethan texted too.

[Get some rest, sweetheart.]

[Jacob closed a big deal. Celebrating with him tonight.]

Sophia didn’t reply to either.

Strangely, she didn’t shed a single tear.

When the heart dies, even crying feels pointless.

She washed her face and slept more soundly than she had in years.

Wedding Anniversary Morning

Ethan bustled around the kitchen in an apron.

"Sweetheart, you’ll love the fireworks tonight."

Sophia watched his performance in silence.

"I’m heading to the office. See you tonight."

As he turned, she slid the divorce papers across the counter.

"Sign them."