The Ex Wife Redemption: A Love Reborn.
Chapter 47
Berdamin scoffed loudly. “Ridiculous! Hemy falling for hit arranged marrings wife? Next you’ll tell me the moon is made of cheat
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Want to test a theory? Tank’s eyes gleamed mischievously. Let’s play a game. If Henry goes looking for tophis, well notify fatisfia, if he has Isabella, we’ll tell Sophia. Either way, we get to see the show.
You’re insane, Benjamin said, but he was already reaching for his keys. And probably going to get us both killed
They followed Henry’s black sedan from a distance, betting on his destination.
The winter night was long and cold.
Henry sat in his car, the driver asking for directions, when a phone call broke the silence.
“Sir! The butler’s voice came through the speaker, panic evident even through the connection. “Young Master Billy has climbed out onto the third floor window ledge! He’s demanding to see his mother!‘
Henry ordered the driver to turn around, tires screeching against asphalt as they raced toward the family estate.
Back at the mansion, the scene before him made his heart nearly stop.
A dozen servants held a makeshift safety net fashioned from bedsheets, their pale faces filled with terror as they watched the small figure on the window ledge above. Billy’s tiny body swayed slightly in the evening breeze.
“BILLY!” Henry’s shout thundered across the grounds.
The boy’s head snapped toward his father’s voice, but instead of relief, his expression showed only stubborn determination. When Henry tried to reach through the window, Billy dodged with terrifying agility, each movement drawing screams from the watching staff.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Henry demanded, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. “Get inside right now!”
“I want Mom!” Billy’s voice rang clear in the tense silence. “You took me away from her! I want my mom!”
Henry forced his voice to remain steady despite his racing pulse. “Billy, stop being difficult. Come inside, let’s talk about this.”
“No!” Billy lifted his chin in a gesture identical to Sophia’s, making Henry’s heart ache. “You’re always mean to Mom! You make her cry! I hate you!”
‘Listen to me-”
“No, you listen!” Billy’s childish voice trembled with emotion. “I know what you’re doing! You keep Mom away because you want to be with Aunt Isabella. But Mom is better than her! Mom takes care of me when I’m sick, reads me stories, Mom really loves me! Aunt Isabella is just pretending!”
Henry exchanged quick glances with his security team, carefully positioning them around the window. “You’re right,” he said softly, buying time for their approach. “Your mother is… special.”
“Then why are you so mean to her?” Billy demanded, tears streaming down his face. “Why do you always make her sad?”
‘It’s complicated, son-
“That’s what adults always say when they don’t want to tell the truth!” Billy’s accusation carried surprising force. “I saw you with Aunt Isabella at the hospital. You’re nice to her but mean to Mom. That’s not complicated at all, you’re just a bad person!”
The servants gasped at Billy’s words, but fell silent at Henry’s stern gesture. He and the security team inched closer.
‘If you want to see your mother,” Henry tried reasoning again, “this isn’t the right way.”
“You’re lying!” Billy’s voice rose. “You’ll just lock me up again! You want Mom to be lonely and sad while you’re happy with Aunt Isabella!”
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Chapter 47
In a flash, Henry lunged forward while security moved in from both sides. Billy fought like a wild animal, but ultimately couldn’t match adult in nah they pulled him to safety, the boy’s accusations echoed through the night air
You’re a llar! You’re a cheat! I hate you!”
Henry’s voice turned to ice. Pull another stunt like this, and you’ll never see your mother again. Understand?”
The threat had immediate effect. Billy stopped struggling, though his eyes held a mixture of fear and defiance that was pure Sophia. Without another word, Henry had him taken to a secure room–windows sealed, door guarded.
Through the heavy door, he could hear Billy’s muffled sobs and the sound of furniture being overturned. The boy’s earlier words echoed in his mind: You always make her sad.
As night fell over the estate, Henry found himself standing outside Billy’s door, his anger gradually replaced by more complex emotions. When he finally entered the room, Billy sat in a corner, his small face tear–stained but composed.
“Well,” Henry said, raising an eyebrow at the destruction around him, “you certainly know how to make a point.”
Billy’s response was pure Harding style: “Have you come to gloat?*
That familiar tone–so like Henry’s own–almost made him smile. “Actually, I came to negotiate.”
“Negotiate?” Billy’s expression turned shrewd, once again mirroring his father. “What are your terms?”
“Seeing your mother isn’t impossible,” Henry began carefully, “provided certain conditions are met.”
“Go on.” A five–year–old using such a mature tone should have been comical, but Henry felt an inexplicable surge of pride.
“I need someone to keep an eye on your mother,” he said slowly, “to make sure she doesn’t… see people she shouldn’t.”
Billy narrowed his eyes. “You mean like Dr. Sanders?”
“For example.”
“Fine.” Billy agreed immediately, “But I have conditions too.”
Billy beckoned him closer, wanting to share some private words between father and son.
“You have to stay away from women you shouldn’t see too,” Billy said firmly in a low voice, ‘like Aunt Isabella.”
Henry’s face reddened, partly from embarrassment, partly from being outmaneuvered by his five–year–old son. “That’s different,” he protested, “adult relationships are complicated. Sometimes men need female business partners-”
“Then women need male business partners too, Billy countered without hesitation, “for business.”
“That’s not-”
“Mom might need Dr. Sanders for business, Billy pressed his advantage, “he’s a doctor, she works at a hospital. Isn’t that business?”
Henry felt his jaw twitch. “That’s completely different.”
“How is it different?” Billy’s innocent tone carried a challenge. “You said adults need business relationships. Or was that another lie?”
Thoroughly outmaneuvered, Henry turned to leave. But just as his hand touched the doorknob, Billy’s voice stopped him.
“Wait!”
