A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 40:

The text on my phone burned into my eyes, and without hesitating, I dialed the number of one of my guards. “Bring him to the basement,” I ordered, my voice cold and steady. At the basement of my office, I was certain no one would hear him scream.

By the time I drove down there myself, the doctor had already been delivered, tied to a chair, his face swollen and bruised. My men had done their part in making sure he didn’t get too comfortable. As I approached, he raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen. Good. He should be scared.

I stood over him, letting the silence draw out, feeling the power shift with every second that passed.

“How long?” My voice cut through the room, sharper than any blade. “How long have you been Liam’s doctor? Three years, right?”

He didn’t answer, only started to shake, the faintest whimper slipping from his mouth. “Plea… Please…” Pathetic. Even now, he had no backbone, no courage to face the consequences of his actions.

“Are you begging?” I sneered, disgusted. “Tell me, what exactly are you begging for? Or maybe I should ask what you were planning to do, running away like a coward.”

His lips parted, but nothing came out, and I could feel the rage in me rise. He hadn’t been mute when he agreed to poison my son. But now, when he was cornered, he couldn’t muster a word? Fine. I leaned in closer, my voice colder, more measured.

“I’ll make this simple. I have two questions for you, and I want the truth. Lie to me, and you lose a finger.” I held up the knife, letting it gleam under the dim light. “And if you think silence is going to help, let me clarify—that’s as good as a lie to me. No answer equals a chopped finger.”

He swallowed hard, a wave of sheer panic spreading across his face, and his breathing grew faster. But he stayed silent, and in a split second, I brought the knife down, severing his finger with a clean, precise cut. His scream echoed around the room, but I didn’t flinch.

“Now that we’re clear,” I said, wiping the blood off the blade, “we’ll start over. Why?”

He was gasping, clutching his bleeding hand as best as he could while bound to the chair, but finally, he spoke, his voice shaky, barely a whisper. “S-she… she made me do it. She… wanted the boy gone.”

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The words hit me like a physical blow, and for a moment, I was silent, processing. She wanted Liam gone? A woman. That narrowed it down. But who? The image of Eliza’s face flitted across my mind, then Vanessa’s, and finally… my mother’s. Each of them had enough contempt for Raina—and by extension, for Liam—that any one of them might have orchestrated this.noveldrama

My jaw clenched as I forced myself to stay calm, to focus on the task at hand. “What did you give him?” I demanded, my voice low and controlled. “And for how long?” He swallowed, visibly shaking, before he forced the words out. “Mylotoxin. Small doses, for… for over a year. Just enough to… to weaken him.”

I could hardly breathe as the words sank in, each one twisted like a knife in my gut. A year. A whole year of that poison coursing through Liam’s body, draining his strength, his life—all while I’d been too distracted to notice. I was too busy with my career, too busy hating Raina, too blind to see what was right in front of me.

The realization settled heavily. I couldn’t understand this level of wickedness, not toward a child, not toward my child. Liam, barely old enough to understand the world, had been subjected to such calculated cruelty. My mind flashed to his small, fearful face during his episodes of weakness, the confusion in his eyes when he would look up at me, trying to be brave.

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