That word echoed in my ears like thunder.
I stared at Zola’s abdomen, still bandaged.
“But you just had a ruptured vessel. How…”
“No.”
Zola interrupted me in a low voice.
“I was almost three months along. Because of the accident… I lost it.”
I jumped up.
The chair fell backward with a crash.
My entire body trembled.
I had saved her.
But I hadn’t been able to save an innocent life that was guilty of nothing.
Me, a doctor, didn’t know my patient was pregnant.
“The… your mother-in-law knew,” Zola continued. “She was the one who rushed us to go on vacation so I could rest and get away from you.”
“She said that as soon as I gave birth to a child, she would tell Cairo to divorce you.”
“That your assets, the condo, the SUV, would all end up belonging to Cairo and our son.”
I couldn’t listen anymore.
I staggered out of the room, leaning on the wall so I wouldn’t fall.
Everything had crossed the line.
The betrayal.
The deceit.
The calculation.
All taken to the extreme.
They not only wanted to take my husband.
They wanted my life.
My assets.
My future.
I ran to the bathroom and got sick.
I got sick until there was nothing left.
And then I collapsed onto the cold floor and cried.
I cried for my fate.
I cried for that baby that never saw daylight.
I cried for everything.
But amid the sobs, I saw my reflection in the mirror opposite.
A miserable woman.
No.
I couldn’t collapse like this.
I couldn’t let them get away with it.
I had cried enough.
From this moment on, there would be no more tears.
Only a ruthless plan.
I stood up, washed my face, and stared into my own eyes.
Bloodshot.
But now sharp.
Selene Callaway, you have to live.
You have to live to make them pay.
And I knew that to carry out that plan, I couldn’t do it alone.
I needed an ally.
And at this moment, the only person I could trust, the only person with the strength and understanding to help me, was my father-in-law, Mr. Sterling Johnson.
Mrs. Johnson had calculated everything.
But she had made one fatal mistake.
Underestimating her husband’s silence.
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The next morning, I woke up with an unusual mental clarity.
The crying from the night before seemed to have washed away all the weakness and doubt inside me.
Now only one goal remained.
Making those who had hurt me face the consequences.
I knew that to confront someone as cunning as Mrs. Johnson, anger wasn’t enough.
I needed a perfect, seamless plan.
And for that, I needed the help of my father-in-law.
Taking advantage of Mrs. Johnson being out running errands, I waited until noon to visit Cairo’s room.
Mr. Johnson was sitting there quietly peeling an apple for his son.
Seeing me enter, he looked up with slight surprise.
I didn’t say anything.
I simply pulled up a chair and sat across from him.
“Father-in-law,” I began, my voice calm and clear. “I need to talk to you.”
Mr. Johnson put down the knife and the apple and looked at me intently.
“Speak. I’m listening.”
I didn’t beat around the bush.
I told him everything Zola had confessed.
I spoke about Mrs. Johnson’s conspiracy.
How she knew and consented to Cairo and Zola.
How she used me.
And finally, how she had promised to pave the way for Zola to replace me.
As I spoke, my voice remained firm.
I wasn’t begging for compassion.
I was stating the facts.
Mr. Johnson listened in silence.
His face grew darker.
His hands clenched.
When I finished, he sighed.
That sigh held decades of disappointment.
After a long time, he looked at me.
His eyes were a mix of sorrow and guilt.
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