My Husband's Regret Came After Seeing My Three Gifts

Sunk in pain and shame, I did not pull myself together until the sky turned dark.

Just as I was about to walk away, Gwynne once again stopped in front of me.

Wearing a lazy smile, she looked at me with cold amusement. “Heather, you’re still as useless as ever.”

“Thirty years ago, I left on purpose so I wouldn’t have to marry Ezekiel, and I didn’t expect the Beaumont family to rise again so fast, so I had to make up some excuses.”

“I never thought they would accept it so easily. Even your son believes he came into this world for me. They all support me. If I were you, I would have died already.”

Gripping the handle of my luggage, I stayed silent and tried to walk away.

But Gwynne refused to move and stepped right toward me. “Heather, I really do admire how much you’ve put into Ezekiel and his son all these years. Now I don’t even need to give birth, and I still have a child who will honor me. Your husband treats me with endless gentleness. Since you have cancer and are nearing the end, I can tell you something true.”

She gave me a pitying look and dragged out her voice. “At that time, when your oldest daughter had that car accident, I was the one who told Ezekiel not to save her. Since she couldn’t be raised to obey, no matter how well we treated her, she still only saw you as her mother, so I had Ezekiel switch her out.”

Hearing this, my eyes went wide in shock, and tears pushed out all at once.

Before I had my son, I had a little daughter who was three years old, and she loved me the most and clung to me every single day.

But once, when Ezekiel took her out to play, an accident happened, and my daughter died right away.

I had thought it was an accident, but it was all planned by Gwynne.

Since she couldn’t take my daughter for herself, she simply worked with Ezekiel to get rid of her.

“Ah!!!” I yelled loudly.

The next moment, I threw myself at Gwynne and knocked her straight to the ground.

I struck her face over and over, each one rough.

In just a short time, Gwynne’s face puffed up.

“Crazy woman, Heather, you insane woman!”

Finally understanding what happened, Gwynne held her swollen face and yelled.

She stared at me in wild anger and made a phone call.

Very soon, I was surrounded by a group of people, held down harshly on the ground.

Gwynne pushed herself up and kicked me hard.

I suddenly threw up a mouthful of blood, but she was still not done, kicking my stomach again and again, her look twisted.

She glared at me with hate. “Heather, you have cancer. I first wanted to let you go, but you dared to hit me! And you hit my face!”

“I will never let this go! I will make you truly hurt, I will take everything from you, and I will make sure you die with no place to be buried!”

The next moment, I was beaten until I passed out.

.....

As soon as I woke again, Gwynne and I were tied close together, hanging far above a cliff.

Two ropes separately held each one of us up.

Gwynne coldly smiled. “Heather, guess how many of them, Ezekiel, Jaxon, and your brothers, will choose to help you?”

Right after her words ended, they reached the place.

The people she had called earlier suddenly acted like kidnappers and broke into loud laughs.

“President Beaumont, the two hanging here, one is the mother of your son, and the other is your newly married wife. Who will you choose? Of course, your son should choose his own mother, right?”

“I hope you make a choice fast, or I’ll cut both ropes.”