From Love to Ashes—My Husband’s Darkest Sin

"Still lying there like a dog? If you want to beg for food, get out and do it somewhere else! Our family doesn’t feed worthless, lowly women like you!"

"You don’t even care about your own son, and you can’t keep your husband’s heart. I heard you’ll never be able to have children again? My son marrying you is the worst misfortune of his life. Get lost—just looking at you takes ten years off my life."

Humiliation washed over me like a tidal wave.

I clenched my fingers around my phone, where I had long since prepared the divorce papers.

Without a word, I struggled to my feet, limping toward the study upstairs.

I retrieved the printed divorce agreement and placed it into my bag before heading to the guest room to look for Samuel.

But he wasn’t there.

Instead, I saw the nanny holding Apollo, who had just finished feeding and was sleeping soundly.

Frowning in confusion, I suddenly heard noises coming from our bedroom—sounds that made my stomach turn.

The door wasn’t fully closed.

Through the gap, I saw Xandra straddling Samuel, her blouse was wide open as she cooed in a sickly sweet voice. "Sam, I have too much milk... Apollo’s appetite is too small, and I’m so full it hurts~"

"I feel awful... Won’t you help me relieve it?"

Samuel hesitated. "Xandra, don’t... You just gave birth two days ago. Your body can’t handle it. You already took a huge risk hiding your pregnancy from your husband to have my child—I can’t put you in danger again..."

Xandra grabbed his head and pressed him against her chest. "Silly Sam, I’m not afraid—so what are you afraid of? I wanted to give birth to your child. My husband is always away; he doesn’t even know. Come on, pamper me a little. Don’t you want to taste the sweetness of battle-scarred love?"

Samuel finally lost control. He leaned in, his lips sealing over her skin.

The sounds inside grew more obscene, making my stomach churn with nausea.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and fled the house.

Only when I inhaled the crisp air outside did the suffocating weight in my chest lessen. But the tears wouldn’t stop falling.

'Samuel, you knew I was just downstairs. How could you do this? In our bedroom?!'

I slumped onto the doorstep, dazed, not knowing how much time had passed.

Then, without warning, a foul-smelling liquid was dumped over my head.

I gasped in shock as the stench filled my nose.

Xandra stood before me, her lips curled into a smug smirk.

"Lydia, how does my son’s urine taste? Did you enjoy watching Samuel lose himself in me?"

So this was intentional. She wanted me to see everything.

"Tsk tsk, just look at you now—your son is dead, and you’re hobbling around on one leg. If I were you, I’d have ended it already. What’s the point of living?"

She bent down, whispering cruelly into my ear. "Even though you married Samuel and had his child, so what? He still suffocated your son to death for me and my baby, making sure you could never have another."

My breath hitched.

Xandra held up her phone, tilting the screen toward me. "I even recorded it for you. Want to see how your baby’s little face turned from red to purple? It’s quite a sight."

My entire body trembled violently.

I stared at the screen as my child... my baby... struggled for breath.

And then, slowly, he stopped moving.

I felt like I was suffocating too.

How could she describe murdering a child so casually, as if it were nothing?

Fury erupted within me.

I raised my hand high, ready to strike her—but before I could, Xandra suddenly pulled out a knife and slashed it across her own chest.

Bright red blood soaked through her blouse.

She shrieked in agony, the knife clattering to the ground.

In the next second, a force slammed into me, knocking me to the ground.

Samuel cradled Xandra protectively in his arms.

His furious voice rang out, searing through the air, "Lydia, are you insane?!"

I opened my mouth to explain, but before I could speak, Xandra burst into pitiful sobs. "Sam, I was just afraid that Apollo would go hungry, so I came to explain things to Lydia. But she said I was trying to steal her child... She threatened to cut off my chest so I could never breastfeed again."

She trembled, burying herself deeper in his embrace. "I was only thinking about the baby! How could she do this to me?!"