But this time, I really couldn’t come back.
The moment his message was sent, my phone buzzed softly on the pillow beside me. No one would ever pick it up again.
Allen returned to Sadie’s room, head lowered as he texted his assistant. [I checked Mia’s room. She’s not there. You’ve been fooled. Don’t bother with her anymore.]
He didn’t spare me another thought.
Instead, he logged into his account and ordered the latest limited-edition jewelry and designer dresses for Sadie.
The next day, at the company shareholders’ meeting, his presence was required.
When he returned to the hospital, chaos awaited him.
My mother lay crumpled on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Across from her, Sadie had also fallen, her face pale with shock.
“You vixen! Give me back my daughter!” My mother’s cries echoed through the corridor.
Allen didn’t glance at her. His focus was entirely on Sadie as he rushed to lift her back onto the bed.
The movement tore at her stitched wound, and blood seeped through the bandages. Still, she spoke softly, as if it were nothing at all.
“Allen, don’t blame her. She didn’t mean to push me. I’m fine. It’s not her fault.”
Her voice trembled with kindness. “It must be Mia. She’s probably still angry and sent her mom here to confront you. Don’t fight because of me, please. Go to her. Don’t let her be upset.”
She spoke on my behalf. On my mother’s behalf. But every word pushed me deeper into the abyss.
I had seen everything. Every blow she dealt my mother. Every cruel act hidden behind her weak facade.
My hands trembled with fury, but no one could hear me.
Allen believed her completely.
Unable to bear it, my mother rushed forward and slapped Sadie across the face.
Before she could react, Sadie shrank into Allen’s arms, trembling like a fragile rabbit. The sight ignited his rage.
Without hesitation, he kicked my mother squarely in the chest, his voice sharp with fury.
“Out of respect for Mia, I’m letting you off easy. Now kneel and apologize to Sadie.”
My mother refused to bow her head.
Allen’s patience snapped. He pressed her shoulders down and drove his knee into the back of her legs. With a heavy thud, she collapsed to the floor.
I reached out, desperate to hold her up, but no matter how hard I tried, my hands passed through her trembling body.
He wrapped his fingers around her neck, forcing her to bow again and again. Each dull thud against the cold floor echoed in my ears, pounding against my heart.
I lost count of how many times.
Only when Sadie finally spoke up did Allen stop.
He ordered the security guards to throw my mother out and banned her from ever stepping foot inside the hospital again.
I watched helplessly as my frail, aging mother was dragged away, blood dripping from her forehead, staining the new clothes I had bought for her.
Hatred and anguish twisted inside me.
At last, I understood. My marriage had been a mistake from the very beginning.
But it was too late now.
Sadie lay on the hospital bed, looking weak and helpless. Allen stayed by her side, presenting the jewelry he’d bought like priceless treasures.
Meanwhile, his assistant handled her medical bills. Passing by the operating room, he froze at the sight of blood seeping beneath the door.
His heart pounded as he pushed the door open, and the moment his eyes fell on the scene inside, his hands trembled.
He called Allen immediately.
He just managed to say my name before Allen cut him off coldly.
“Don’t mention her again.”
But the assistant’s voice shook as he interrupted, panic spilling through the line.
“Mr. Jones, your wife… she’s dead. Right here in the hospital.”
