“Enough? Henry growled, pulling me against his side. ‘Sophia, what the hell are you doing? What game are you playing?
1 finally looked at him directly, my voice cold and detached. “Game? I’m not the one playing games, Henry. By the way, your precious Isabella ir fast dostales in her hospital room. Shouldn’t you be with her instead of making a scene here? What if she sees you grabbing your wife like this? Wouldn’t that be awkward?”
You are my wife! Henry exploded, his control finally snapping. “What were you doing embracing another man?”
1 let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, now you remember I’m your wife? Funny, you did cheat, at least clean the lipstick off your collar first.”
seem to remember that when you were kissing isabella. Next time you
Henry’s hand instinctively went to his shirt collar, his eyes widening slightly.
I took advantage of his momentary surprise to break free from his grip. Turning back to Thomas, I resumed supporting him.
“Let’s go,” I said firmly. “You need medical attention.”
When we walked away, I could feel Henry’s eyes burning into my back. His breathing was audible even from several feet away–short, angry breaths that hissed between his teeth. I didn’t look back, but I could imagine his expression–the fury in his eyes, the tension in his jaw, the slight, cold smile that always appeared when he was plotting his revenge.
“Sophia,” I heard him murmur as we turned the corner. “Just you wait.”
That day at four–thirty in the afternoon, I arrived at Brooklyn Heights Academy to pick up Billy. I had managed to leave the hospital early, determined not to let the situation affect my mood when picking up my son. When I spotted Billy’s small figure among the crowd of children, my heart lightened for the first time that day.
This moment of peace was shattered when a familiar Rolls–Royce pulled up to the curb. Henry stepped out, his face set in cold determination. Without a word–without even acknowledging my presence–he signaled to his security team. Two large men immediately moved toward Billy.
“Mom!” Billy called out when he saw me, but before he could run to my side, Henry’s security had already swept him up and carried him toward the waiting
car.
The other parents around me gasped in shock. Some pulled out their phones, while others called to their own children, pulling them close protectively.
“Should we call the police?” one mother said loudly, clutching her daughter to her side. “That man just took that child!”
Another parent shook his head doubtfully. “What kind of kidnapper would use a Rolls–Royce to abduct a child?”
I watched helplessly as the car door slammed shut with Billy inside. Call the police? What good would that do against Henry Harding? The police would take one look at his name and apologize for bothering him.
As the Rolls–Royce pulled away from the curb, I started running after it, though I knew it was futile. Through the back window, I caught a glimpse of Billy’s ~frightened face pressed against the glass, his small hands batting against the window as he called for me.
In the rearview mirror, Henry watched me chase after the car, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He was enjoying this–enjoying seeing me desperate and powerless.
Inside the car, Billy realized his mother wasn’t coming with them. He looked at his father’s smug expression and immediately understood what was happening.
“Stop the car!” he shouted, his small face reddening with anger. “I want to get out! I want my mommy! Let me out of the car!”
Henry turned to him, his expression darkening “Billy! Be quiet right now!”
When the boy continued to protest, Henry’s patience snapped. “If you don’t settle down this instant,” he threatened, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, “I’ll make sure you never see your mother again.”
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The Ex-Wife’s Redemption: A Love Reborn
Chapter 141
