My Wedding Dress Triggered the Fall of a Giant - Chapter 38: Chapter 38
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Stumbling out of the ward, Ruth chased after Ethan, her voice trembling with urgency.
"How is it, sister? Is the baby born? When can Henry have the kidney transplant?"
The sheer impatience in her tone hit Ethan like a slap.
He stood frozen, eyes darkening, as a wave of nausea surged through him.
He had sacrificed his own daughter for this woman.
He had shattered his marriage, driven his wife to despair, and all for what?
For a child who—now he knew—wasn’t even his.
His vision blurred with fury.
Without warning, his hand shot out and gripped Ruth’s neck in a violent choke.
"Tell me the truth," he hissed. "Whose child is Henry?"
Ruth gasped for air, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. Her heart plummeted into icy panic.
Just before she lost consciousness, Ethan shoved her away with disgust.
She crumpled to the floor, coughing violently.
Then, trembling and crying, she crawled forward and clung to his leg like a desperate child.
"He’s yours! Henry is your son!" she wailed, her voice ragged with hysteria.
"He’s always clung to you since he was little. He doesn’t even let other men near him!"
Tears streamed down her face as she grasped anything to hold onto.
"It must be Samantha! She must’ve bribed someone—paid off the hospital—to fake the test! She’s just trying to ruin us!"
"Ethan, please, don’t be fooled by her. Henry’s running out of time. Don’t let her lies take away our last chance!"
But her pleas only enraged him more.
His hand snapped through the air and slapped her across the face.
She stumbled backward, crashing to the floor.
But she scrambled up again, still crawling toward him, her arms reaching.
Thousands of miles away, I watched everything unfold on a hidden surveillance feed.
Yes—Ruth had guessed one thing right.
I did tip off the hospital staff.
But not to falsify DNA results—no.
I just wanted to see their reactions after learning I’d lost the baby.
The truth? Henry was never Ethan’s son.
That was my unexpected reward.
I hired teams of investigators and lawyers to dig into their past.
I waited patiently for cracks to show—
And once panic set in, it was only a matter of time before they exposed themselves.
Watching them unravel on screen, looking so desperate and pathetic, stirred a storm in my chest.
Fueled by fury, I called Ethan.
On the other end, he was already breaking down.
He sobbed into the phone like a man drowning.
"It’s all my fault. I should have trusted you!"
"Ruth’s nothing but a manipulative whore—I was stupid, too softhearted. I pitied her and fell for her lies."
"I failed you. I failed, Grace."
"Please, Samantha, give me one more chance. I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."
I swallowed my rage, keeping my voice ice-cold.
"Did you ever think," I asked quietly, "when you killed Grace... that retribution would come so soon?"
He broke down further.
"I didn’t mean to! I didn’t think that man would treat her like that!"
"I was furious too—I hated him!" he cried.
"I got the best lawyer to push for the death penalty. I swear, I tried to make it right."
"Grace was my daughter. My only daughter. I was just... confused, Samantha. I made a terrible mistake."
"But we’re still young. We can have another child. I’ll love you and our child with my life this time. I swear it."
"And that bitch who hurt you—I’ll make her suffer."
"I’ve already ordered the hospital to kick her out. Anyone who dares help her, I’ll destroy them too."
"Ruth won’t escape justice. I’ll make sure she pays for everything she did to you and Grace."
I ended the call and saved the entire recording.
That was enough.
Two months later, I had, in my possession, a complete chain of evidence—documents, recordings, and testimonies.
Enough to bring down both Ethan and Ruth, once and for all.
With justice within reach, I booked the fastest flight back.
The only thing on my mind was Grace.
I couldn’t wait to kneel by her grave and tell her the news.
“Baby,” I would whisper through tears,
“Mommy did it. Mommy kept her promise. The people who hurt you will never hurt anyone again.”
"How is it, sister? Is the baby born? When can Henry have the kidney transplant?"
The sheer impatience in her tone hit Ethan like a slap.
He stood frozen, eyes darkening, as a wave of nausea surged through him.
He had sacrificed his own daughter for this woman.
He had shattered his marriage, driven his wife to despair, and all for what?
For a child who—now he knew—wasn’t even his.
His vision blurred with fury.
Without warning, his hand shot out and gripped Ruth’s neck in a violent choke.
"Tell me the truth," he hissed. "Whose child is Henry?"
Ruth gasped for air, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. Her heart plummeted into icy panic.
Just before she lost consciousness, Ethan shoved her away with disgust.
She crumpled to the floor, coughing violently.
Then, trembling and crying, she crawled forward and clung to his leg like a desperate child.
"He’s yours! Henry is your son!" she wailed, her voice ragged with hysteria.
"He’s always clung to you since he was little. He doesn’t even let other men near him!"
Tears streamed down her face as she grasped anything to hold onto.
"It must be Samantha! She must’ve bribed someone—paid off the hospital—to fake the test! She’s just trying to ruin us!"
"Ethan, please, don’t be fooled by her. Henry’s running out of time. Don’t let her lies take away our last chance!"
But her pleas only enraged him more.
His hand snapped through the air and slapped her across the face.
She stumbled backward, crashing to the floor.
But she scrambled up again, still crawling toward him, her arms reaching.
Thousands of miles away, I watched everything unfold on a hidden surveillance feed.
Yes—Ruth had guessed one thing right.
I did tip off the hospital staff.
But not to falsify DNA results—no.
I just wanted to see their reactions after learning I’d lost the baby.
The truth? Henry was never Ethan’s son.
That was my unexpected reward.
I hired teams of investigators and lawyers to dig into their past.
I waited patiently for cracks to show—
And once panic set in, it was only a matter of time before they exposed themselves.
Watching them unravel on screen, looking so desperate and pathetic, stirred a storm in my chest.
Fueled by fury, I called Ethan.
On the other end, he was already breaking down.
He sobbed into the phone like a man drowning.
"It’s all my fault. I should have trusted you!"
"Ruth’s nothing but a manipulative whore—I was stupid, too softhearted. I pitied her and fell for her lies."
"I failed you. I failed, Grace."
"Please, Samantha, give me one more chance. I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."
I swallowed my rage, keeping my voice ice-cold.
"Did you ever think," I asked quietly, "when you killed Grace... that retribution would come so soon?"
He broke down further.
"I didn’t mean to! I didn’t think that man would treat her like that!"
"I was furious too—I hated him!" he cried.
"I got the best lawyer to push for the death penalty. I swear, I tried to make it right."
"Grace was my daughter. My only daughter. I was just... confused, Samantha. I made a terrible mistake."
"But we’re still young. We can have another child. I’ll love you and our child with my life this time. I swear it."
"And that bitch who hurt you—I’ll make her suffer."
"I’ve already ordered the hospital to kick her out. Anyone who dares help her, I’ll destroy them too."
"Ruth won’t escape justice. I’ll make sure she pays for everything she did to you and Grace."
I ended the call and saved the entire recording.
That was enough.
Two months later, I had, in my possession, a complete chain of evidence—documents, recordings, and testimonies.
Enough to bring down both Ethan and Ruth, once and for all.
With justice within reach, I booked the fastest flight back.
The only thing on my mind was Grace.
I couldn’t wait to kneel by her grave and tell her the news.
“Baby,” I would whisper through tears,
“Mommy did it. Mommy kept her promise. The people who hurt you will never hurt anyone again.”
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