[Second-Chance Begging at the Funeral Pyre + No Forgiveness + New Man Wins + Crushing the Scum]
Burned in a gas explosion, Sophia Andrews watched her husband clutch his mistress and frantically flag down an ambulance--only to discover another complete home hidden upstairs.
Eight years of marriage had been a lie: the boy she’d raised was the mistress’s flesh and blood, and her own child had been buried by her husband’s own hands.
The scoundrel even dared propose a “three-way household.”
The boy she’d mothered sneered that his real mom was better.
Ice-cold, she filed for divorce and cut every tie.
Post-divorce, she stormed back to the summit: eight years as a full-time wife transformed her into the most sought-after surgical prodigy in medicine.
When the truth of whose life she once saved finally surfaced, the scum and his son were sick with regret. They hijacked the trending list, begging on their knees.
Scum: “Sophia , I was wrong. You’re the one I love—please forgive me.”
Son: “Mommy, don’t you want me anymore? I’m your only son!”
But belated devotion is cheaper than weeds, and Sophia Andrews no longer bargains for scraps.
A man draws her into his arms, eyes contemptuous as he tells the scum, “Wife, ignore them—you’ll upset the baby.”
Their little princess grips Sophia Andrews’s hand and glares at the stepson. “She’s my mommy!”
