The Ex–Wife’s Redemption: A Love Reborn
Chapter 296
The internet was ablaze with discussions about Isabella’s scandalous behavior at the Harding estate. The video of het stripping naked had already garnered tens of millions of views online.
Of course, the video was censored with strategic pixelation that obscured Isabella’s body while leaving her face perfectly visible. Those who had previously defended Isabella online had all fallen conspicuously silent.
Meanwhile, Sophia’s supporters were relentlessly commenting and sharing the video, keeping it at the top of trending topics.
The comment section was filled with brutal takedowns:
“How could Henry be so blind? Throwing away someone like Sophia for this shameless woman!”
“I can’t believe he’d choose that disgusting homewrecker over his faithful wife!”
“The Hardings deserve better than this disgrace. Thank God Henry finally came to his senses!”
Henry leaned against the headboard of his hospital bed while James sat beside him, browsing through the online comments and reading them aloud. With each new comment, Henry’s expression darkened further.
“Where is Isabella now?” Henry demanded, his voice tight with restrained fury.
James answered without hesitation: “Mr. Harding senior has her locked in the basement of the estate. She’s been there for
a full day and night.”
Upon hearing this, the tension in Henry’s brow eased slightly.
His gaze remained fixed on the door handle, filled with anticipation. Last night, he had promised Sophia he would consider the divorce, and in return, she had agreed to visit him today.
After weathering so many storms with Sophia, he had long ago accepted her as his wife in his heart.
How could he possibly entertain thoughts of divorce? He was desperate to win her back, not let her go!
His so–called promise of divorce had been nothing but a temporary measure to buy time.
“Tell the Harding security team to use their special tactics,” Henry instructed James coldly. “Let Isabella suffer a bit. Just make sure she stays alive. His voice was devoid of emotion. “Yesterday should have been a celebration. Instead, thanks to her schemes, look where we are.”
James blinked repeatedly, stunned by the command.
After a long moment, he cautiously asked, “Sir, are you suggesting… we can mistreat Miss Scott? Without concern for your reputation regarding her?”
Having followed Henry for years, watching him treat Isabella like a precious gem, James could hardly believe what he was hearing. He wondered if he had misunderstood.
Henry’s eyes narrowed as he stared at his assistant. “Was I unclear in some way?”
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Before James could respond, the door opened, and Sophia walked in.
Since Henry had agreed to consider the divorce, my attitude toward him had softened considerably. Though atin maintaining coldness, at least my manner now conveyed a hint of friendly concern.
I wore a crisp white nurse’s uniform, my hair tied in a low bun at the nape of my neck.
“Sophia, you came!” Henry greeted me, his face immediately brightening.
I barely glanced at him, merely raising my eyebrows slightly in acknowledgment.
I walked to the bedside to check his wound. “Don’t get the wound wet. Avoid spicy or irritating foods. Rest properly, and you should be discharged in a few days.”
Looking at this man’s arm–injured while protecting me–I couldn’t deny feeling something.
The nerve damage was serious; no one could say with certainty how much function he’d recover. There was a significant
possibility he might never hold a pen properly again.
Six years of marriage, loving him so deeply for so long, it was impossible not to worry about this.
Previously, the reason I wouldn’t openly express sympathy for Henry was because I desperately wanted a divorce. Showing too much emotion would have been inappropriate. Now that Henry had agreed to consider the divorce, indicating he was
no longer so stubbornly against it, things were changing.
Since our broken marriage was coming to an end, why maintain this tense relationship with Henry? Henry sat on the bed like an obedient patient, fully cooperating with my examination.
After following my instructions one by one, he smiled warmly. “Thank you for your concern, Nurse Wilson. I’ll remember everything you said.” He paused before adding playfully, “I’ve been such a good patient. Don’t I deserve a hug?”
This tactic had been Benjamin’s suggestion. “Women are naturally soft–hearted,” he’d advised. “Keep your tone gentle and kind. At the right moment, ask for a little affection–a kiss or a hug. She won’t refuse.*
Seeing this transformation from cold, domineering CEO to someone childishly seeking affection, I was momentarily stunned, not knowing how to respond.
Considering we would soon be divorced anyway, I unexpectedly didn’t object to his request. I gave Henry a quick embrace. However, during this brief moment of physical contact, I was far from idle.
While Henry was distracted, I discreetly plucked a few strands of hair from his pillow and slipped them into my pocket.
After the hug, I quickly left the hospital room.
A bold, almost absurd idea had taken root in my mind–an idea that could potentially destroy my carefully constructed
calm existence.
Once outside Henry’s room, I took out the stolen hairs, selecting a few with follicles intact, and carefully placed them in a
specimen bag.
For over six years I had never considered searching for Billy’s biological father.
In my view, any man who could do something so irresponsible and then disappear without a trace was clearly someone
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without accountability.
Even if he were to suddenly appear in Billy’s life, how could such an irresponsible man possibly be good for me and y
child?
Besides, I was perfectly capable of raising Billy on my own.
I was confident in my ability to provide double the love to Billy–compensating for the regret of his missing father.
If Billy’s father had chosen to avoid responsibility by never appearing, I never had any intention of actively searching for
him.
But two nights ago, after filing the police report, something gave me a strange sense of familiarity.
The entire holiday night incident had eerily overlapped with that night six years ago.
Despite keeping my eyes closed throughout the encounter, I recognized the sensation–the man’s lean waist, the powerful way he thrust against my lower body, making me feel as though my soul might leave my body.
The man’s desire had been overwhelmingly intense, planting an unexpected thought in my mind: What if Henry had been the man from that night six years ago?
If Henry were indeed that man, many things would suddenly make sense.
For instance, Henry had never shown any dislike toward this child of unknown paternity. In many instances, he had been genuinely gentle and caring with Billy, just like a real father.
I even went to check Henry’s medical records from six years ago. He had sought treatment the morning after my incident happened that year.
The continuous coincidences made it impossible for me not to be suspicious.
After securing the samples, I returned home to collect a few strands of Billy’s hair, then delivered everything to a paternity testing center.
To ensure confidentiality, I didn’t use my real name, instead registering under an inconspicuous alias. As I left the facility, I carefully scanned my surroundings, making certain no one was following me, before returning to the hospital to continue working.
But once this thought had taken root, my heart could no longer find peace…
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