Ex-Wife Craves Revenge

Chapter 1

I sat at the backyard waiting for my husband, I was heavily pregnant and my little son was behind me , He looked sleepy so i took him to bed and rocked him till he fell asleep, As i walked out , My husband came home.

He wrecked of alcohol,Aaron had a successful business that i had invested my whole inheritance to save him from being bankrupt, i sold our family estate and invested in him : i was a stupid young girl in love and to make it worse , The man i had made this investments for hated me and made my life a living hell , I was heavily pregnant and yet he would still beat me up . Tomorrow was going to be our 10 years anniversary of this non ending hell.

“ Are you drunk ?” I sighed with my hands on my waist , I was drained, Earlier today Aaron’s mother and sisters had made me serve 50 people at a family party and yet my efforts wasn’t appreciated. I was the family slave and i wasn’t a wife , i was a means for their son to have a child .

“ Ohh look it’s my fat ugly wife !” He body shamed me .

i didn’t hate being called fat but i was a natural skinny woman and it was the pregnancy hormones that made me add some weight but Aaron wouldn’t shut up about it.

“ Josh is sleeping please don’t cause a scene “ I said turning to walk out and he grabbed my hair pulling me back.

“ Get out of my house ! Leave my son and get out of my house !” He screamed trying to push me down the stairs.

“ Aaron please…Let’s not do this, Are you not tired! Are you not tired of always beating me up…What have i done to deserve this!” I yelled out of frustration.

“ You pig ! Did you just yell at me ?” i felt a sharp push , it was Aaron he had pushed me down the stairs .

The pain shot through my body like fire as I lay crumpled at the bottom of the stairs. My head throbbed, my arm felt twisted in a way it shouldn’t, and I could taste blood in my mouth. But none of that compared to the ache in my chest when I saw thick cloated blood : i was having a miscarriage as a result of the push !

The sharp pain in my abdomen was unbearable as I lay at the bottom of the stairs, blood pooling beneath me. My body felt like it was breaking apart, but it was the realization that hit me harder: I had lost my baby.

“Aaron,” I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please… call 911.”

He stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at me like I was nothing. His expression was cold, unfeeling. “Why would I? I told you—I want to see your corpse when I get back.”

Aaron stood over me, his cold eyes showing no hint of remorse. “If anyone asks, you tripped. Got it?” His voice was low, but the threat in it was unmistakable. He leaned in, close enough for me to feel the venom in his words. “I hope you die,” he hissed.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry and my heart racing. i had just lost a part of me .

Tears streamed down my face as I screamed after him, my voice breaking. “Aaron, please! Don’t do this!” But he walked away, slamming the door behind him.

“Mommy!” My son, Josh, ran into the room, his little face pale with fear as he saw the blood. “Mommy, are you okay? You’re bleeding!”

I tried to smile through the pain, but my vision blurred. “I’m not going to die, baby,” I whispered, forcing strength into my voice. “But you have to help me. You need to call 911 right now, okay?”

Josh’s hands shook as he pulled out his small, outdated phone. “I-I don’t know the number,” he stammered, tears falling down his cheeks. “I only have Uncle’s number!”

“Then call him,” I said weakly, gripping his tiny hand. “Call your uncle. Tell him… tell him I need help.”

Josh nodded, his little fingers fumbling to press the buttons. I closed my eyes, praying he could explain everything.

The last thing I remembered was the sound of Josh’s frightened voice on the phone, begging for help, and then the sensation of strong arms lifting me.

“Miranda! Miranda, stay with me!” a familiar voice commanded.

It was Aaron’s elder brother. He had come. But before I could say anything, the darkness swallowed me whole.

When I opened my eyes, the room was bathed in soft, sterile light, and the faint smell of disinfectant lingered. My body felt weak, but the sight of the man sitting beside me sent a wave of emotions crashing over me. Alex.

Aaron’s elder brother.

We had history—deep, complicated history. Back when I was still the heir to my father’s company, my father had pushed for us to marry. Alex was everything a man should be—strong, intelligent, kind. But I had fallen for the wrong brother, blinded by Aaron’s false charm. That was a story for another day.

“Miranda!” Alex’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. His tone was sharp, and his piercing gaze held a mix of worry and frustration. “Do you have any idea how close you came to dying? How long are you planning to endure this?”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry and scratchy. “What… what happened?”

“You’ve been in a coma for a month,” he said, his voice shaking with anger. “A month, Miranda. And Aaron? He didn’t visit you once. Not once! Instead, he took Josh out of school and forgot you even exist.”

His words hit me like a sledgehammer. My heart clenched, and the tears came before I could stop them. Alex leaned closer, his hands gripping the sides of my bed. “What would you have done if you died? Have you thought about your son?About how much worse it could’ve been?”

I broke, sobbing uncontrollably as his words echoed in my mind. Everything felt like it was caving in, but one thing became clear.

“I want to divorce him,” I whispered through the tears, my voice trembling but resolute. “Help me, Alex.”