Ex-Husband Wants My Baby After Putting Me to Jail

When he looked up further, the severed section of a pinky finger was exposed in his view. Violet Don's right hand was not intact; a portion of her pinky finger had been cut off, isolated and starkly eye-catching.

At that moment, the demonically handsome man was unable to restrain the pain in his voice, he cried out, "What happened?!"

Violet laughed as wildly as she had five years before, like a madwoman. Her eyes reflected Noah's shocked expression, "Isn't this the gift you generously gave me? Noah, I've had enough of the hardships you've given me in this lifetime, please, I beg you to let me go!"

Please, I beg you to let me go!

Noah staggered back a few steps, weakly released her hand, and incredulously looked up at her.

In those shattered eyes, there was no love, only deep-seated hate, the kind of hate that had been engraved into her marrow; it burned within her eyes like self-immolation.

Agony spread unexpectedly, like when you reach out desperately to grab something, only to miss it and watch it shatter to pieces the next second. This unavoidable, stabbing pain began to densely spread throughout her body.

He... he had planned to put her in jail, to make her regret her entire life, but why did it turn out like this...

Who in jail had violated her, who had destroyed her pride!

Noah watched Violet, suddenly feeling an intense fear creeping into his heart, afraid that he could no longer understand the woman before him. They had shared a marriage of five years, but why did she seem so foreign to him?

Naturally, Noah did not understand. For five long years, Violet had been driven mad, foolish, lost her sanity. The despair of those five years killed her countless times, turning her into an utter joke!

When she looked up again, her eyes held nothing but staggering hatred.

Like escaping, Noah left Violet's house, slamming the door vigorously behind him. Standing at the door, he hunched over and clutched his collar— gasping for breath, as if suffocating.

Why had Violet... turned out like this? What on earth happened to her in those five years...

This was what he had wanted to see, but why...

Through the door, Violet slid down, leaning on Wayne, weeping silently.

After a long while, she roared in suppressed agony, as if to shatter her own soul.

All the underlying unrest, hidden beneath the calm, surged towards her in a more violent manner at that moment. Those dark and sunless days seemed to be clamoring to drag her back in. Violet trembled all over, but Wayne, whom she leaned on, kept his back ramrod straight.

"Mummy... do you want some milk?"

Violet closed her eyes, and the tears fell.

******

After a frantic night, she thought Noah would not come to disturb them again, but the next afternoon, something caught Violet completely off guard.

Owen called to say he hadn't picked up Wayne from the kindergarten. The principal said he had seen someone take him away.

According to the principal's description, that person was undoubtedly Noah, without a doubt!

Violet rolled out of bed, stumbled to her drawer, grabbed the medicine she hadn't taken for a long time, and shoved it directly into her throat. She gagged a few times but forced the pills down dry. Then, she wiped the tears from her face and stood up once more.

Her reddened eyes were filled with unmistakable hatred. She reached for the clothes over her chest, her fingers trembling incessantly.

It doesn't matter... don't be afraid.

Noah, you've taken my last belief, I'll fight you with everything I've got!