The Widow's Payback

I gripped the hospital diagnosis slip tightly, eyes fixed on the red light above the emergency room. Sawyer Evans, my son, only three years old, is currently being pumped out inside after drinking a glass of poisoned milk. The doctor said we were lucky to get here in time; otherwise, the outcome would have been unthinkable. And the one who poisoned him was none other than my husband Frank Evans's kept mistress, Grace Lindsay. A raging fury instantly devoured my sanity. I spun around and rushed out of the hospital, driving straight to the apartment Frank bought for Grace. The door wasn't locked. I kicked it open and saw Grace lounging on the sofa, casually applying a face mask while binge-watching a show. "Grace!" I ground my teeth, my voice trembling with fury. She jumped, peeled off the mask, and when she saw me, a contemptuous smile spread across her face. "Look who it is... Miss Hill? What an unexpected... pleasure." "You poisoned Sawyer's milk?" I closed the distance between us, step by step. Grace raised her eyebrows and openly admitted, "So what if I did? Who told him to get in my way?" "Do you even know he's only three years old?" My voice broke with tears, but mostly it was anger. She stood up, leaned in close, and spat venomously, "Frank said he'll have a smarter son with me in the future. This little bastard is just dead weight." The word "bastard" stabbed into my heart like a knife. I completely lost control. Grabbing a fruit knife from the tray beside me, I stabbed viciously at her arm. "Ah!" Grace screamed, blood instantly staining her white nightgown. At that moment, Frank pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing the scene, he immediately rushed over and grabbed Grace, then glared at me fiercely, "Ivy, are you out of your mind?!" "Out of my mind?" I laughed, tears streaming down my face, "Frank, divorce!" Hearing the word "divorce," Frank froze for a moment before scoffing, "Divorce? Ivy, don't you think too highly of yourself." He helped Grace sit down, pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet, and threw it in front of me: "Take the money and get lost. Behave yourself as the lady of the Evans family, and don't cause me any trouble." "I don't want your money." I stared into his eyes, speaking every word clearly, "I want a divorce, and I'm taking Sawyer with me." "Taking Sawyer away?" Frank laughed like he'd heard the biggest joke ever, "Ivy, don't forget, Sawyer is a child of my Evans family. You don't have the right to take him away." He paused, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "Look at you—what good are you, other than holding onto a kid?" "Not like Grace—she's gentle and understanding, and she actually knows how to make me happy." "And I have several other babies, each with their own strengths; any one of them is better than you." I stared at his smug face, the chill in my chest deepening. This man was no longer the same as he once was, back when he went out of his way to please me. After that, he stopped looking at me, turned carefully, and helped Grace up. "Grace, let's go to the hospital."