After He Used Our Daughter, I Destroyed His World Chapter 07
Kate’s POV
Under the crushing weight of the absolute evidence I presented, Alan had no way out.
His hands violently shook as he stared at the final divorce agreement.
He pressed the pen to the paper and signed his name.
I snatched the documents.
But before I could even turn toward the door, his phone shattered the silence.
Alan answered it. All the remaining color drained from his face.
“What? A broken bone? I’m coming!” he yelled into the receiver.
He looked
up at me, his eyes wide with sheer panic. ” It’s the equestrian school. Nina fell off her horse during practice. She’s being rushed to the hospital“.
My heart violently skipped a beat.
Despite everything, she was still my daughter.
We rushed straight to the emergency room.
Nina lay on the crisp white hospital bed, her small face terrifyingly pale.
“Mommy!” she sobbed the second I walked in,
reaching her good arm out to me.
A sharp, agonizing twinge of pain pierced my chest.
My maternal instinct screamed to run to her, to hold her tight.
But I stopped.
“Mommy, please don’t leave me!” Nina wailed.
Alan aggressively grabbed my wrist. “Kate, are you really this cold–blooded? She’s your daughter!”
I violently yanked my arm away.
“You brought this upon yourself, Alan,” I stated coldly. “This is your own karma“.
I turned on my heel. I walked out of that sterile room without looking back a single time.
Hours later, I boarded my one–way flight to New York.
New York’s vibrant, suffocatingly brilliant art scene breathed life back into my dead soul.
My comeback series caused a massive sensation in the art world.
I reclaimed my throne, pushing my career to the absolute pinnacle.
Two years passed in a blur of gallery openings and million–dollar auctions.
It was late autumn.
I returned to my home country, bringing immense glory with me to host a top–tier personal exhibition.
The gallery was packed with elites. Flashbulbs blinded me as critics praised my genius.
After the show, I needed air. I slipped out the back door into the quiet, dark alleyway.
“Kate.”
A raspy, pathetic voice broke the silence.
I turned. I almost didn’t recognize the man standing in the shadows.
It was Alan.
He wore a cheap, frayed jacket that hung off his gaunt frame.
He looked ancient, his posture completely defeated.
Over the past two years, his massive cheating scandals had been completely exposed, bankrupting his company.
Lillian hadn’t stayed. She took every last penny he had left and vanished into thin air.
But what truly made me stop breathing was the small figure standing next to him. Nina.
She wasn’t the arrogant, pampered equestrian girl anymore.
She looked severely malnourished.
Her eyes were terrified and timid, constantly darting to the damp pavement.
Alan took a shaky step toward my dazzling, custom designer gown.
“Kate… please,” he begged, his voice cracking with utter desperation. “Take me back. I have nothing left“.
He was practically crawling, begging for a reconciliation.
I didn’t blink. I didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy.
Then, Nina looked up. Tears spilled over her hollow cheeks.
“Mommy, I’m so sorry,” she cried, her voice barely a whisper. “I was too young back then. They tricked me.“
My cold facade finally cracked.
She was just a child. A helpless pawn sacrificed by twisted, manipulative adults.
I slowly crouched down, I reached out and gently stroked Nina’s dirt–smudged cheek. “I know, sweetie,” I whispered. “It’s over now.”
I stood up, my expression shifting back to perfect calm.
“I will take Nina with me,” I stated with absolute authority. “I will raise her again“.
Alan let out a choked, desperate sob of relief: “Thank you, Kate! Thank you! We can be a family.”
I cut him off with silence.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t scream. I didn’t even spare him a fraction of a glance.
He ceased to exist in my world.
I took Nina’s trembling hand tightly in mine.
Together, we walked out of the shadows and toward the waiting, brightly lit car.
THE END