Chapter 15
Monica let out a muffled, mournful cry, thrashing her body, her eyes pleading.
Matthew walked over and ripped the duct tape from her mouth.]
“Matthew! Let Joseph go! Everything was my idea! He had nothing to do with it!“]
Matthew just watched her coldly, as if she were a pathetic clown.]
“You lied to me for seven years, making me play the fool while I supported your little family. He ate my food, lived in my house, spent my money. How is he not involved?”
He crouched down, his finger nearly touching her face.
“I am curious, though. Joseph’s blood type is 0. Why did you bribe a doctor to forge his records and steal my daughter’s Rh–negative blood?”
“Monica, is your heart made of stone?”
The file his assistant had just found flashed before his eyes.[]
On Joseph’s birth certificate, his original blood type was clearly listed as O. It was Monica who paid a bribe to have it changed to the same rare type as Dawn.[]
Then there was the preschool physical, which stated in black and white that his blood type was O. How had he missed it then?]
And his face!
Joseph’s eyes, his nose–he was the spitting image of the kidnapper on the floor, with no resemblance to Matthew whatsoever.
Matthew suddenly felt laughably stupid.
“Mr. Wilson, please…” Monica begged through her tears. “Punish me, not him! Joseph is just a child…“)
“A child?” Matthew scoffed, kicking over a nearby chair as he stood up. “When he was shoving a glass marble down daughter’s throat, his intentions were more venomous than any adult’s!“[]
He turned back to Monica, his voice suddenly sharp. “Tell me, where is Sophie?”
my
Monica froze, her eyes darting away as she shook her head. “I don’t know… She just left with the baby. She didn’t say where she was going…”
Matthew suddenly remembered something. He strode to the sofa, picked up Monica’s phone, and used her fingerprint to unlock it. He found and opened an encrypted file.
It was an agreement. “Sophie Harris voluntarily relinquishes the title of Mrs. Wilson and agrees to never again contact Matthew Wilson.” At the bottom was Sophie’s signature.]]
His mind went blank with a roar.
“You bitch!” Matthew spun around and kicked Monica squarely in the chest. “You forced her to sign this?”
Monica coughed up a mouthful of blood but then began to laugh hysterically. “So what if I did? Matthew, I am your
your legal wife! Sophie Harris is nothing but a secret mistress!”
Her eyes filled with venom. “You want to divorce me and divide the assets? I’ll tell you what–not a chance! You owe me for seven years of my life, for my pain and suffering! You won’t get away without paying every single centi“]
Those words lit the final fuse of Matthew’s rage.]
“Assets?” He laughed as if it were the funniest joke he’d ever heard. “You think you’re entitled to anything?”
He kicked her hard in the lower abdomen. As she curled into a ball, he gave a cold order to the bodyguards behind him: “Have some ‘fun‘ with her. Show her what it means to wish you were dead.”
He turned and walked away. The moment the door closed, Monica’s inhuman screams echoed behind him.
Sometime while he was inside, it had started to rain, a gentle drizzle, just like the day Dawn was born.]
Matthew stood in the rain, letting the cold water soak him to the bone.
He didn’t know if it was rain or tears streaming down his face. He clenched his fists and swore an oath to the empty. rain–swept street.||
“Sophie, just you wait. Everyone who ever hurt you and our daughter, I will make them pay a thousand times over.
Three days later, Matthew stood outside the registry office with his fresh divorce papers in hand, but there was eyes.[]
there was no r
relief in his
Monica’s assets were frozen, Joseph was removed from the Wilson family registry, and every cent she had secretly siphoned off was tracked down and reclaimed. He even managed to pin a charge of “misappropriation of company funds” on her, burying her under a mountain of astronomical debt.[]
As for prison?
He felt that was letting her off too lightly.
He had Monica locked in the basement of the suburban villa, given only a bowl of slop a day, and left to the “care” of his bodyguards.
The same torments she had inflicted on Sophie were now being visited upon her.
But the more he tormented Monica, the emptier Matthew felt.[]
The image of Sophie was a constant presence in his mind.
The hangover soup she used to make, his perfectly pressed shirts, the light in her eyes when she looked at him…
He realized that this woman was etched into his very being, her shadow haunting him whether he was awake or asleep []
He searched for her like a madman.[]
Lucas checked every travel record, only to find that Sophie had bought dozens of plane tickets before she left–to Beijing. Paris, Sydney…
All over the world. It was obvious she didn’t want to be found.
“Mr. Wilson,” Lucas began hesitantly, “they say when a woman is angry, she goes back to her family. Do you think Mrs. Wilson… might have gone back to the Harris estate?“]
The idea struck Matthew like a bolt of lightning. His hands trembling, he dialed Sophie’s mother’s number, his voice uncharacteristically humble. “Mom, is Sophie there with you?“]
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end, followed by Mrs. Harris’s furious voice. “Matthew Wilson, you have the audacity to come looking for her?”
“You deceived my daughter for seven years! She’s finally come to her senses! Don’t you dare try to ruin her life again!“]
Come to her senses?
A shiver ran through Matthew’s body.
Could Sophie have known about Monica all along? Known about his years of deception?
He wanted to ask more, but the line went dead.
Growing more uneasy by the second, Matthew drove like a madman to the nearest registry, bursting through the doors. “I need to check a record! Sophie Harris! Did she come here recently to register a child? The child’s name is Dawn Wilson!“]
The clerk searched the system for a long time before shaking his head. “There’s no record of a newborn named Dawn Wilson being registered.“]
Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, nearly collapsing.
Thank God…. she hasn’t registered the baby yet. That means she hasn’t decided to cut ties with me completely.[]
He muttered to himself, “Good… I still have a chance…”
But in the next moment, the clerk slapped his forehead. “Oh, that’s right! A woman named Sophie Harris did come in about two weeks ago to register her daughter. She registered her under her own name: Dawn Harris.“]
“She specifically requested that the child take the mother’s surname, stating there was no relationship with the father.“[]
BOOM
Matthew felt as though a thunderclap had exploded in his head. He stumbled to the counter, staring intently at the clerk’s computer screen.
On the registration file, his daughter’s name was indeed written: “Dawn Harris.“]
connection to him at all
