The Ex-Wife's Redemption: A Love Reborn Chapter 122

The celebratory birthday party turned into a nightmare in an instant.

Grace's accusation that Billy wasn't Henry's biological child hung in the air, creating a suffocating atmosphere in the luxurious banquet hall.

"This isn't just baseless gossip," Grace continued, her voice rising with excitement, "I have evidence!"

Richard painfully tightened his grip on his daughter's arm, but Grace refused to back down. She struggled against her father's control, her face flushed red with the pleasure of revenge.

"I was afraid my mother wouldn't bring out the evidence because of my father's intimidation," she announced triumphantly, "so I took matters into my own hands and stole the proof from her purse!"

She pulled out two crumpled documents from her clutch, waving them like victory flags. "Sophia's prenatal records and Billy's birth certificate—the evidence is irrefutable!"

Grace turned to face the shocked relatives of the Harding family.

"Six years ago, in February, my brother had a severe heart attack and was hospitalized for over a month. He was under constant supervision by our security team and medical staff. He never left the hospital!"

Her voice, as if dipped in poison, continued: "So tell me, Sophia, when my brother was lying in a hospital bed at death's door, how did he manage to get you pregnant?"

Catherine stood nearby, her expression filled with shock.

She hadn't planned for Grace to reveal her evidence so publicly, but now that it was happening, she wouldn't stop it.

"Ever since I discovered Billy's birth certificate," Grace said, her eyes gleaming with malice, "I've been waiting for this moment—to expose this schemer for who she really is and make my father and grandfather see her true colors."

Richard had finally had enough. He yanked his daughter toward the exit, his face contorted with rage. "That's enough!"

Grace stumbled, nearly falling, but managed to twist around, still hurling accusations.

"Billy's birthday is in December, which means you got pregnant in February!" she shouted at me. "Six years ago in February, my brother was nearly dying—he couldn't possibly have had the strength to sleep with a slut like you!"

As Richard continued pulling her away, her voice rose to a shriek: "Whore! You've made my brother raise another man's child! You scheming bitch! Disgraceful! Shameless!"

Unable to watch her daughter being manhandled any longer, Catherine rushed forward, screaming at her husband.

"Richard, have you lost your humanity? Bullying your own daughter?" Her carefully maintained composure had completely crumbled. "What has Grace said that isn't true? If Sophia had nothing to hide, how could this situation exist?"

She turned to me, her eyes burning with hatred.

"Why don't you answer yourself, Sophia? Is Billy really Henry's child or not?"

William's face had turned ashen. Only now did he understand that mother and daughter had coordinated this attack against me. His breathing became labored, his hand clutching at his chest.

Mark, seeing William's distress, quickly pulled out a small pill box. "Sir, take this immediately," he urged, placing a heart medication under William's tongue.

In the midst of the chaos, Mark lifted Billy into his arms. "Young Master, let's go see the beautiful fireworks prepared especially for you tonight," he said in a gentle voice, trying to shield the child from the ugly scene unfolding.

Billy struggled against Mark's hold. "No! I want to stay with Mommy! I need to protect her!"

What had started as a joyful birthday celebration had descended into a nightmare.

The ambulance arrived within minutes. As William was being loaded in, Richard turned to Henry with a severe expression.

"Are you trying to kill your grandfather? Hasn't today's drama gone far enough?" His voice was tight with controlled fury. "Deal with this mess. If you can't handle it properly, you're no longer part of the Harding family!"

With Richard and William gone, Grace broke free from the security guards who had been restraining her. She stormed over to me, her face inches from mine.

"Sophia, do you dare answer my question? Is Billy really my brother's child or not?"

Catherine joined in, standing beside her daughter. "You're usually so quick with your words. Why so silent now?" Her lips curved into a cruel smile. "If you're feeling guilty, just kneel down, apologize to my Grace, and say 'I was wrong.' Then leave the Harding family with nothing. I might let you live in peace."

She hadn't originally planned to handle this herself. She'd tried to find someone else to do her dirty work, but everyone she approached had refused, saying it was too unethical. Left with no choice, Catherine had decided to confront me directly.

But before she could implement this plan, Grace had stolen the documents from her purse, determined to humiliate me herself.

Catherine couldn't stop her, so she decided to support her daughter's attack.

The room fell silent as everyone waited for my response.

I looked at the faces surrounding me—some curious, some disgusted, others eagerly anticipating my downfall.

I took a deep breath and spoke clearly, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.

"You're right. Billy is not Henry's biological child. He is mine alone."

This statement caused quite a shock throughout the room.

Six years ago, I never intended to find that man again.

He had simply provided a sperm, nothing more.

Isabella could barely contain her excitement, wringing her hands nervously as triumph flashed in her eyes. She couldn't hold back anymore.

"You shameless woman!" she shouted, her voice carrying across the stunned room. "If you have any dignity left, you should hide yourself in the gutter out of shame! I've never seen anyone as despicable as you!"

Her face flushed with vindictive pleasure. "If Billy isn't Henry's child, why did you make him call Henry 'Daddy'? You kept two people who love each other apart—what kind of evil plan were you executing?"

She needed to seize this opportunity to make Henry see my true nature.

Only then would he drive me away, leaving the position of Mrs. Harding vacant for her to claim.

While Isabella was thrilled that I had admitted Billy wasn't Henry's biological child, what concerned her more was Henry's reaction.

Since my confession, he had remained completely expressionless, not uttering a single word. Catherine also seemed uncertain about what Henry was thinking.

Logic dictated that any man would explode with rage upon learning he'd been raising another man's child for years. Yet Henry maintained an eerie calm.

Grace jumped in again, emboldened by her mother's support.

"Women from poor backgrounds are always so vulgar. She probably planned this from the beginning—taking care of my brother just to pin her bastard child on him!" She turned to Henry, her voice pleading. "Brother, punish this woman!"

The three women—Catherine, Grace, and Isabella—continued their verbal assault, all hoping to witness Henry unleash his fury on me.

When Henry's eyes met mine, he finally saw the absolute determination in them.

In that moment, he realized I wasn't just making idle threats—I truly wanted a divorce.

Six years ago, on that night, I genuinely hadn't known who the man was, nor had I intended for Henry to permanently act as this surrogate father.

Today felt like the right time to clear everything up.

"Henry," I said calmly, "I admit Billy isn't your biological child. I want to thank you for taking care of us all these years. To show my gratitude, I'll leave with nothing but what I brought into this marriage."

I maintained steady eye contact with him. "Now, in front of all these witnesses, I hope you'll act like a man, show some integrity, and sign our divorce papers."

The onlookers who had stayed to watch the drama unfold were completely shocked. They all stared at me with open mouths, at a loss for words.

After several moments of stunned silence, the whispers began.

"Is this for real? Billy isn't Henry's child? But they look so much alike!"

All eyes turned to Henry, waiting for his reaction.

When I had married him, I'd been completely honest: Billy wasn't his biological child. I told him he didn't have to love Billy, but I asked him not to hurt him. I promised that if Isabella ever returned, I would leave with Billy and let them be together. Henry had assumed I was bluffing—after all, the position of Mrs. Harding was coveted by countless women. Why would I give it up so easily?

Looking into my eyes now, seeing not a hint of reluctance or attachment, Henry finally understood: I had never cared about being Mrs. Harding. His face darkened instantly, his eyes blazing with rage that threatened to incinerate everything around him.

He stepped toward me and forcefully grabbed my chin, his fingers digging painfully into my skin.

"Let me make this perfectly clear," he growled through clenched teeth, "This marriage will not end today! Only I can initiate a divorce! Do you understand?"

His grip tightened as he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper: "In this world, I take what I want and discard what I don't. Since when do you get to make these decisions? Who do you think you are?"