Heartless Husband and His Mistress Killed My Seven Children

Javon wanted to help me up, but Cynthia suddenly clutched her chest with a pained frown.

“Javon, my breasts are engorged; it hurts so much.”

Without hesitation, Javon scooped her into his arms. “I’ll take you to rest.”

They disappeared into the room, and my mother-in-law picked up the sleeping child, glaring coldly at me.

“Since you’ve come back, why aren’t you cooking? Are you waiting for this old woman to feed you herself?”

I struggled to rise, my nails digging deep into my palm.

Then enjoy this dinner well. After tonight, I want every single one of you on your knees, begging for forgiveness.

When I finished cooking, I looked around the living room, but neither Javon nor Cynthia was there.

As I reached our bedroom, I froze, my whole body’s blood turning to ice in an instant.

The sounds from inside were unbearable.

Through the crack of the door, I saw Cynthia half-naked, perched on Javon’s lap.

“Javon, isn’t it thrilling? Addison is just outside.”

“You’re wicked, still trying to tempt me at a time like this.”

The sounds inside grew more heated.

I swallowed back the nausea and opened my phone to record.

The two of them were so lost in each other that neither noticed me.

That evening at dinner, Cynthia put on an act so unlike her, filling my bowl again and again.

“Addison, we were all resting, yet you suffered a miscarriage and still worked so hard to cook. It must be exhausting. Eat more.”

After the meal, my stomach twisted with nausea. I pushed my wheelchair into the courtyard.

I did not know how long I sat there before a glass bottle labeled Seventh Time shattered before me.

She laughed cruelly. “Addison, did you enjoy dinner? Do you know what was in it?”

Something inside my head snapped. Realization struck, and I stared at her in disbelief.

“Look at you now, like a dog with broken legs. Just laying eyes on you disgusts me. If I were in your place, I would’ve taken my own life long ago. What face do you even have left to keep living?”

“You’ll never measure up to me. So what if you became Javon’s wife? His heart still belongs to me, so much that he killed your seven children for my sake.”

“Honestly, I had other experimental options, but he feared my data would be compromised. So he chose your womb instead, sacrificing your babies for me.”

My body trembled violently, and I charged my wheelchair at her like a madwoman. But Cynthia struck herself twice and then threw herself into the flower bed.

“Ah!”

The very next moment, my wheelchair was shoved over.

Javon’s eyes burned red with fury as he fixed me with a venomous glare.

“Addison, how could you be so vicious!”

Tears streamed down Cynthia’s cheeks as she wailed miserably.

“I only wanted to comfort her when I saw her unhappy. But the moment I mentioned children, she accused me of showing off, then slapped me and pushed me into the thorns.”

Javon’s face darkened.

“You can’t bear children yourself, and now you’re jealous of Cynthia? I never thought you were this kind of person!”

I glared at him with all the strength left in me.

“My children were all killed by you! Javon, how much longer do you plan to deceive me?”

His expression shifted, but instead of answering, he simply lifted Cynthia into his arms and walked away.

The only words he left behind were cold and cutting. “You’re completely unreasonable!”

As I watched their backs fading together, my heart emptied of its final trace of tenderness.

The next morning, I went to a lawyer and had the divorce agreement drafted.

I sent a USB containing the backup of Javon’s work phone and the recorded video to the court, filing charges against Javon and Cynthia for bigamy and intentional homicide.

Once everything was finished, I headed straight for the airport.

On the way, my phone buzzed with a message from Javon. [If you come to the hospital now and apologize to Cynthia, I can still forgive you.]

I sneered as I shut off the phone.

I didn’t need his forgiveness; I only wanted him crushed beneath my revenge.

When I didn’t respond to his messages, Javon tried calling, but the line was reported as invalid. A flicker of unease touched him, and just as he was about to send someone home to check, his assistant rushed in, breathless.

“President Davis, something happens!”