He squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw clenched, as if he were enduring some unbearable pain.
“Yeah.”
His voice was strained, as if he was answering me–or maybe just trying to convince himself.
“There will be… a baby.
“And someday, we… will have one too.”
He stared at my flat belly, a flicker of longing in his eyes.
But all I could think about was my past life–that child who never even had the chance to form
before becoming nothing but blood.
So, silently, I prayed in my heart.
Sophia, don’t let me down this time.
A few months later, Sophia was pregnant.
The news put a huge smile on Larry’s face.
He transferred 30% of his shares to Maverick and said, “I’m getting old, Mav. From now on, the company’s yours.”
He reminded Maverick again and again to take good care of Sophia.
So Maverick settled into a routine–work and home, back and forth.
Even though Sophia clung to him most of the time, he never forgot about me, the “fool.”
No matter how busy he was, he always found time to check on me.
During this period, Sophia’s gaze toward me grew colder by the day.
It wasn’t just because Maverick’s feelings for me never changed, but it was also because my ‘treatment” was progressing unusually well.
Over the past year, with the help of professional doctors, my condition has gradually stabilized.
I even started showing signs of improvement.
I didn’t throw tantrums anymore; I could sit quietly with a book or amuse myself.
I stopped pushing Maverick away, and sometimes, I’d even look at him with trust.
But what really made Sophia nervous–twice, when Maverick spoke softly to comfor* called out to him, clear and gentle, “Mav…”
Fold Up
Even though I slipped right back into my daze the next second. WER nough to put Sophia on
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The Idiot Wife’s Revenge
Even though I slipped right back into my daze the next second, it was enough to put Sophia on high alert.
Especially when Maverick’s eyes filled with tears of joy, that only made her more desperate.
So Sophia started watching me in secret.
As her belly grew day by day, she finally found her chance–scheming to get rid of me without anyone ever knowing.
The backyard of the villa had been undergoing some landscaping lately. It was my favorite
place to play.
Maverick had reminded me more than once to be careful and stay safe.
Mona, want me to show you the pretty flowers?”
That day, while Maverick was in the study for a video meeting, Sophia sent the housekeepers
away.
She smiled sweetly and took my hand, leading me out to the backyard.
Beneath the gazebo, a cluster of roses was in full bloom.
Maybe the pruning wasn’t finished yet–a few sharp gardening shears had been left scattered on the ground.
“Mona, look, aren’t those flowers over there even prettier?”
Sophia pointed off in the distance, nudging me forward. “Go take a closer look, right there…”
Along the edge of the gazebo was a waist–high stone railing.
I pretended not to notice Sophia’s nervous excitement, obediently leaning halfway out over the
side.
Rain from the past few days had left the stone slick with moss.
At some point, Sophia had moved to stand just behind me.
She leaned forward slightly, as if she meant to “accidentally” slip and shove me over the edge.
The drop from the gazebo to the ground was over 2 meters.
A broken leg or a cracked skull would be getting off easy.
And then there were the thorny roses, and the razor–sharp blades of the gardening shears–a recipe for disaster.
