The Heir He Needed, the Wife He Betrayed Chapter 08

The Heir He Needed, the Wife He Betrayed Chapter 08

If only he had turned back that day. 

If only, when Evelyn had cried and begged him to 

come home, he had firmly turned the car around. 

What would things look like now? 

That tiny life would have been born safely, 

wouldn’t it? 

Hadn’t the greatest longing of his life always been to have a child connected to Evelyn by blood? 

So why? 

Why had he been so blind? 

Why had he gone looking for a cheap imitation? 

The doctor had clearly said there was still hope. 

The odds had just been slim. 

He was the one who had refused to wait. 

He was the one who had buried everything with 

his own hands. 

Cole suddenly remembered the year he had 

insisted on marrying Evelyn. 

Neither his father nor his mother had agreed. 

Their backgrounds were too different. 

And she might have trouble having children. 

Mrs. Hawthorne Sr. had once advised him privately, “If you truly like her, you can keep her on the side. The Hawthorne family won’t interfere.” 

“If she loves you that much, I’m sure she wouldn’t want to make things difficult for you.” 

“We can repay her generously for saving your life, but marriage is out of the question.” 

“Mom!” Back then, his gaze had burned bright, and his voice had been absolute. 

“I only want her. She’s the only woman I’ll ever love 

and cherish for the rest of my life.” 

Then he turned to his grim–faced father. His words were sharp, more like a declaration than an 

explanation. 

“I won’t keep a mistress on the side and break her 

heart.” 

Back then, he had hated his father’s affairs and 

pitied his mother’s silent endurance. 

He had sworn that he would never become that 

kind of man. 

Mrs. Hawthorne Sr. stared at him blankly, then became the first to nod through her tears. 

But Mr. Hawthorne Sr. only gave a cold snort and threw out a single line. 

“Life is long.” 

“As long as you’re a man, one day, you’ll change 

too.” 

At the time, Cole had only felt defiant. 

He never imagined those words would come true. 

But Evelyn would not endure for a lifetime the way 

his mother had. 

She chose to leave. 

He remembered something from even earlier. 

Because their marriage had never received his 

elders‘ blessing, Evelyn had once made a very 

serious agreement with him. 

“Cole, if one day you stop loving me, I hope you’ll 

tell me right away.” 

“For the sake of the love we once had, don’t hurt 

me in such a cruel way.” 

Cole looked at the dried, darkened bloodstains in 

the living room. 

He looked at the cold evidence spread across the 

coffee table. 

He looked at the giant screen looping the intimate 

footage of him with another woman. 

Even those screenshots that had been deliberately cropped and altered were still irrefutable evidence 

of his betrayal. 

Evelyn had always been a dignified person. 

Three years ago, when she had caught him at his 

worst, she had only handed him the divorce 

agreement in silence. 

Then she had quietly picked up her suitcase and turned to leave. 

Even her retreating back had looked composed. 

But this time was different. 

He suddenly realized that Evelyn had deliberately given the house staff the day off. 

She had done it so this glaring bloodstain would remain. 

She had laid out all the humiliation and despair in front of him, without holding anything back. 

She must hate him so much. 

That was why she had chosen this way to return the pain to him exactly as it had been given. 

This was revenge. 

It was calm, decisive, and devastatingly 

successful revenge. 

A sharp, twisting pain shot through his heart. 

Cole could barely breathe. 

He had clearly witnessed his parents‘ fights, the mistresses‘ taunts, his father’s coldness, and his mother’s despair with his own eyes. 

He had hated all of it and sworn never to repeat it. 

But in the end, he had not only followed perfectly in his father’s footsteps; even after everything had shattered beyond repair, he still could not let go.