Chapter 2
“Mr. Ravenscroft, is this really necessary? Isn’t this a bit… extreme?”
“Just do what I fucking said!”
I knew Dante was always cautious and paranoid, but I never imagined that just seeing me wake up early would
make him this ruthless.
My children, my chance at motherhood, and now even my ability to stand–he wanted to take it all away.
Dante, is this how you’re going to destroy me completely?
I screamed in despair, struggling to sit up, but I was sinking deeper into unconsciousness.
As the anesthesia began to wear off, I heard the doctor’s voice through the haze,
“Mr. Ravenscroft, Mrs. Ravenscroft’s uterus has been removed. And… she’ll never walk again.”
Dante sounded absolutely delighted“Good! Excellent!”
When I finally came to, his tears were falling on my hands–such convincing, heartbroken performance.
“Celia, the doctor says your uterus was infected… you’ll never be able to have children in the rest of your live.”
I ignored him, frantically trying to move my legs.
But there was nothing… no feeling at all.
I broke down completely, sobbing as I demanded,“Dante, what the hell did you do to my legs?”
Tears streamed down his face as he choked up, barely able to speak.
“There was a complication with the anesthesia… you’re paralyzed from the waist down.”
“Don’t be scared, Celia… no matter what happens to you, I’ll never leave you, I’ll always love you.”
I never knew Dante was such a damn good actor.
He dismissed the nurses and took care of everything himself–feeding me soup, cleaning my body, even dealing with the postpartum bleeding.
He worked tirelessly until evening, then kissed my forehead tenderly.
“Celia, you’ve suffered so much carrying our babies. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
I looked at his exhausted face and coldly turned away.
“If you’re tired, get some sleep.”
12:09
Seven Times Divorced by My Ex–Husband–Now I’m Back as the Empire’s Untouchable Heiress!
9.8%
Chapter 2
“Alright, I’ll stay right here. Just call me if you need anything.”
Once he fell asleep, I grabbed his other phone.
I’d always known Dante had a second phone–his work phone–but I’d never bothered checking it.
It unlocked on the first try.
The password was Ashley Green’s birthday.
The moment the screen lit up, I was staring at a wedding photo of him and Ashley.
A fucking wedding photo…
He’d actually taken wedding photos with Ashley. The sight of that white dress made my eyes hurt.
With trembling fingers, I opened his messages. Dante called her “baby“…
Pages and pages of chat history. The more I read, the more horrified I became.
Every single business trip he’d taken was just an excuse to be with Ashley.
I’d gotten upset so many times because he never came with me to doctor appointments.
How many times had doctors asked about the baby’s father, and I’d just smile awkwardly and say he was in
business.
He’d always take forever to reply,
“I’m working to earn money for our baby. Besides, checkups aren’t a big deal. I can’t really help anyway, and it would just waste time. You can handle it yourself,all right?”
But he went to every single one of Ashley’s prenatal appointments. No matter how busy he was, he never missed one.
He said he couldn’t wait for their baby to be born, that she and their child were the most precious things in his
world.
As I kept reading, my heart felt like it was being ripped apart.
Every time I got pregnant, they’d discuss how to kill my baby.
Even that car accident when I was pregnant a year ago–Ashley hit me herself.
She said she wanted to experience the thrill of hitting someone, and Dante was all for it.
His only concern was“Just don’t hit too hard.”
They talked about hurting me, about killing my children, as casually as discussing the weather.
My nails dug so deep into my palms that blood dripped onto the sheets.
12:09
Seven Times Divorced by My Ex–Husband–Now I’m Back as the Empire’s Untouchable Heiress!
10.1%
Chapter 2
I opened the photo album–thousands of pictures, all featuring Ashley. Selfies, candid shots, the two of them waking up together, taking walks, going home, Dante lovingly preparing nutritious meals for her pregnancy…
There were 99+ videos too. I clicked on them and felt like someone had dumped ice water over me.
Countless videos of them naked, intertwined, sexed,like they were documenting every intimate moment.
There was even cosplay shit–Dante in a maid outfit, kneeling on the floor…
I pressed my hand to my stomach, too nauseous to speak.
Besides those videos, there were six more labeled “First,” “Second,” all the way up to “Sixth.”
Realizing what they were, my blood ran cold and I tasted copper in my throat.
12:09
