Chapter 4
“You wicked woman! You stop saying that! Don’t hurt my mom!”
Olivia, enraged, grabbed my son’s ear and twisted it viciously.
“You little cripple!”
I rushed forward and shoved Olivia away with all my strength, raising my hand to hit her again.
But the next second, a slap landed fiercely on my face instead.
Harry had just arrived. He stood there trembling, staring at his own reddened palm, his face pale.
“Sophia, I… I didn’t mean to, I…”
His
eyes
turned red. His shaking hand reached out to touch
my face.
“Does it hurt? I really didn’t mean-”
“Harry!”
Olivia clung to his arm, tears streaming down her face like a broken faucet.
“Harry, I’m scared.”
Her son also wrapped his arms around Harry’s leg, his big, teary eyes filled with grievance.
“Uncle, they bullied me and Mommy.”
The sympathy in Harry’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by deep disappointment.
“Sophia, haven’t I given you enough? Why must you always be against Olivia and her child?”
“Calm down. I’ll take them to stay somewhere else for now.”
With that, he turned and left without hesitation.
Watching his cold and indifferent back, my son instinctively called out,
“Dad!”
Harry’s footsteps paused for a moment. But in the end, he didn’t turn back.
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Once they were gone, my son lost all hope.
He didn’t cry or throw a tantrum anymore.
He just pursed his lips and gently blew on my face.
“Mommy, does it hurt?”
“And here… does it hurt a lot?”
Seeing the pain in his eyes, the strength I had been forcing myself to hold onto finally crumbled.
“Charlie, Mommy hurts. It really hurts.”
Countdown Five Hours left.
I printed out the prepared divorce agreement and placed it on the coffee table, right where it would be immediately visible upon entering.
On the way, I received a photo from Olivia.
In a luxurious hotel suite, she and Lucas were taking a selfie in the mirror.
In the background, Harry was carefully tidying up the bed.
I didn’t reply. I simply saved the photo and forwarded it to my lawyer.
“New evidence.”
Countdown Three Hours.
I dressed my son and helped him pack up his toys.
Countdown One Hour.
I took my son in a taxi to the airport.
On the way, I finally received a message from Harry.
“Sophia, I was wrong last night. I acted too impulsively.”
“I’ve already apologized to Olivia for what happened yesterday. From now on, you and our son should try to avoid them.”
Then, he sent two exquisitely wrapped gift boxes.
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“I bought presents for you and our son. I’m coming home now.”
My son caught a glimpse of my phone screen, his expression indifferent.,
“Mommy, let’s go.”
I hummed in agreement and turned off my phone.
At the same time, Harry, exhausted from a sleepless night, arrived home.
“Sophia, Charlie, I’m back.”
He looked around the empty villa, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.
Just as he was about to call me, he accidentally knocked over a stack of papers on the table.
“This is… a divorce agreement?”
Harry’s face went pale, nearly fainting.
The doctor’s call came in urgently.
“Mr. Peterson, this is bad! Your wife has discovered everything. The lawyer’s letter has already been sent to the hospital.”
Before the doctor could finish speaking, Harry hung up abruptly. His trembling fingers dialed my
number.
“Sophia, pick up… please pick up…”
After two dial tones, a cold automated voice came through.
“Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off.”
Harry opened our chat and typed frantically.
“Sophia, where are you?”
“I know this is a lot to take in. Can we talk?”
“I was wrong. Where are you? Let me take you and our son home.”
Seconds passed. Then dozens of seconds. A full minute.
The screen remained silent.
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The woman who once responded to his messages within ten seconds had now vanished without a trace.
He recalled how I had packed my bags resolutely yesterday.
He remembered the look of hatred and despair in my eyes when he slapped me.
The more he thought about it, the deeper his frown grew, and his panic escalated.
Harry finally ran upstairs in desperation, took a deep breath, and pushed open the bedroom door.
“Sophia, I-”
The room was empty. The dark glass wardrobe reflected a faint shadow.
He trembled as he pulled the door open–only to find my half of the wardrobe completely cleared out.
Not a single trace of me remained.
Just as he turned to leave, something underfoot pricked him slightly.
Lowering his gaze, he saw a dazzling diamond ring lying quietly on the floor, its brilliance piercing his
eyes.
It was the gift he had bought me in Zurich for our third wedding anniversary.
He had said.
“My love for you is like a diamond–no matter how many years pass, it will always shine.”
I had treasured that gift, believing we would be happy forever.
Yet, in just a few short years, the diamond remained radiant, but our love had gathered dust.
Harry slumped down in despair, clutching the ring to his chest.
Looking up,
his eyes landed on the lone wedding photo hanging on the wall.
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