The Silent Womb's Revenge

Chapter 8

The ink on the last page of the divorce papers hadn't even dried when Ethan Sullivan closed the file.

"Aren't you going to read the terms?" Sophia Williams' fingers trembled.

"Isn't it just about the IVF?" Ethan adjusted his tie without looking up. "Whatever my wife decides is fine."

The moment the door shut, Sophia laughed until tears spilled.

How ridiculous.

He was always so considerate.

Considerate enough to break her heart.

The pills on the coffee table had been sitting there for six days. She swallowed them dry, pressing a palm to her flat stomach.

"I'm sorry..."

She had given him too many chances.

Yet he hadn’t cherished a single one.

The hospital corridor was bitterly cold.

"Four weeks pregnant. Fetal heartbeat is normal." The doctor adjusted his glasses. "Are you sure about terminating?"

"...Yes."

"Last time, the miscarriage was caused by that herbal tonic. If you go through with this now, future pregnancies might—"

"Herbal tonic?" Sophia's head snapped up. "You mean... that miscarriage was because of—?"

The doctor looked surprised. "Mr. Sullivan didn’t tell you?"

Thunder cracked in Sophia's ears.

That bowl of herbal tonic five years ago.

Ethan had fed it to her himself.

Afterward, her uterus was damaged—forcing her to undergo IVF.

Five failed attempts.

He watched her crumble under guilt.

And never said a word.

"Ms. Williams?" The doctor offered a tissue.

Only then did she realize her face was wet.

"Do you need more time to—"

"Do it now." She wiped her tears.

As the anesthesia entered her veins, she drowsily grabbed the doctor's sleeve. "Will it hurt the baby?"

No one answered.

She woke at dusk.

Leaning against the wall, she made her way out—only to freeze outside the maternity ward.

Ethan walked out with Victoria Taylor tucked under his arm.

"The baby's kicking." Victoria pressed his hand to her belly. "Thank you for protecting us, Daddy."

Then she looked up and smirked at Sophia.

"Ethan, stay with me tonight?" Her voice dripped sweetness. "I'm scared..."

Ethan was silent for a long moment. "Alright."

Sophia watched them embrace and leave.

Her phone lit up.

#EthanSullivanFireworksConfession still topped the trending list.

She sent one final message:

[The surprise is ready.]

The airport gleamed under bright lights.

At exactly seven, sapphire flames painted the sky.

Sophia powered off her phone and handed it to the courier.

"Sender's name?"

"Mrs. Sullivan." She smiled faintly. "For the last time."

As her flight took off, the fireworks reached their peak.

She didn’t look back.