The Heir He Needed, the Wife He Betrayed Chapter 07

The Heir He Needed, the Wife He Betrayed Chapter 07

On the drive back, Cole’s phone screen lit up and went dark again and again. 

He called Evelyn’s number over and over, but no 

one answered. 

A strange, baseless fear rose sharply in his chest. 

He barely managed to suppress his panic and 

tried to reassure himself. 

Evelyn must be angry. 

As long as he apologized properly, she would forgive him. 

Then he pushed open the front door. 

A horrifying bloodstain filled his view in the living. 

room. 

“What is this?” 

“Evelyn, what happened to you?” 

He called out in a trembling voice. 

But his gaze suddenly landed on the giant TV 

screen ahead. 

That moment hit him like a bolt of lightning. 

His heart shook violently. 

Overwhelming terror swept through him. 

Then he saw the papers on the coffee table. 

The top sheet was the divorce agreement. 

Last time, he had used a nearly self–destructive 

act to win her back. 

But what about this time? 

What could he use now to stop her from leaving? 

Right beside it was a pregnancy report. 

Wild joy surged into Cole’s heart. 

Then he saw the miscarriage report. 

Thinking of the bloodstains in the living room, he 

felt as if all the air had been drained from his 

lungs. 

Enormous joy and crushing horror rolled through 

him at the same time. 

His vision went black, and he nearly fainted. 

He suddenly remembered the two times she had vomited recently. 

Evelyn had not vomited like that in a long time. 

It was his own guilt that had made him lash out. 

first. 

He had accused her of putting on an act and deliberately torturing him. 

Yet he had never considered that it might have 

been morning sickness. 

The vile things he remembered saying now turned 

into a barbed whip, lashing back at him. 

He raised his hand and slapped himself hard 

twice. 

The burning pain on his face could not compare to 

even a fraction of the regret in his heart. 

Madison’s taunting messages came into view. 

Cole Hawthorne: [Madison, I promise I’ll handle 

everything.] 

Cole Hawthorne: [Once you give birth, I’ll give your 

and the baby a real home.] 

Cole Hawthorne: [Wait for me. I’m coming right 

now.] 

No. 

Those were not his original words. 

What he had clearly said was this. 

Cole Hawthorne: [You can keep the second child.] 

Cole Hawthorne: [But Milo has to be handed over 

to me, and you can never acknowledge him as 

your son.] 

He had even been planning to bring Milo back 

soon under the pretense that the boy was an 

“orphan.” 

But now, what was the point of arguing over any of 

that? 

He stared fixedly at the timestamp shown in the 

screenshot. 

He remembered her weak but clear plea over the 

phone that day. 

“Don’t leave… Don’t go there…” 

“I have something important to tell you.” 

Evelyn had asked him more than once. 

“Do you have anything you want to tell me?” 

So at that time, she had been carrying the child 

they had just conceived. 

She had been reaching out to him one last time for 

help. 

“Aaaah!” 

Cole collapsed to his knees beside the dark brown 

bloodstain, his fingers digging hard into his hair. 

He clutched the thin miscarriage report, and a 

wounded, animal–like sob forced its way out of his 

throat. 

They had had a child. 

It was the child he had longed for so desperately. 

That child had come into their lives quietly, without 

him knowing. 

Then he had pushed that child to its death with his 

own hands. 

As if possessed, he opened the security camera 

playback. 

There was still a ridiculous fantasy buried in his 

heart. 

Maybe this was only Evelyn’s revenge after having 

her heart broken. 

Maybe this was an elaborate trap. 

However, when the footage lit up, time rewound to 

the evening he had stormed out. 

He saw it clearly. 

Evelyn had collapsed in a pool of blood, calling his 

name again and again as his unyielding back. 

moved away. 

“Cole… Cole…” 

At that time, because he had been irritated, he had 

deliberately ignored her. 

He had not even paused. 

Cole curled up on the floor. 

He buried his face against the cold floor. 

Then he let out ragged, heart–wrenching sobs.