Chapter 5 Angela's Fall
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"Will! Are you out of your mind?" I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Angela is your own flesh and blood!"
I screamed, rushing toward them, desperate to save her.
But Will moved faster, stopping me in my tracks. "Don't come any closer, or if she falls, it'll be on you."
"You monster!"
My heart pounded violently, my hands shaking.
Angela was frantically struggling, crying out, "Mommy! Daddy! Mommy, help me!" Her tiny body wobbled on the railing, dangerously close to falling.
My heart lodged in my throat, and I forced myself to remain calm, trying to soothe her. "Sweetheart, don't be scared. Don't move! I'm coming right now."
Will tightened his grip on her. "Stop fighting and sign the divorce papers, or she really will fall."
I clenched my fists, seething with hatred.
I could give up everything—our wealth, my home, the man I had loved for more than a decade. But I could never give up Angela.
Will was using Angela's life as leverage, trying to force me to relinquish custody. But if I did, he wouldn't treat her well. He didn't want her for love—he wanted her for the trust fund.
That bastard!
"All this over custody? Why waste our time?" The woman in the red dress finally chimed in, casually walking over to Will. "Will, you're being too soft."
She was making everything worse, egging him on. I glared at them both with hatred. "You'd better be careful. If anything happens to Angela, I'll make sure you both pay."
"And what exactly do you plan to do?" The woman sneered, her voice dripping with disdain.
"Hmph. Even a rabbit bites when it's cornered."
I had already secretly sent a message to my friend, a journalist. If this blew up into a public scandal, even the mafia couldn't control it. Thus, it could be the only way to stop them from forcing me into giving up custody.
Now, I just needed to buy time and wait for my friend.
"Will, please, for the sake of the ten years we've been married, for the sake of everything we've been through, just put Angela down. We can talk about everything else." I pleaded, trying to keep my voice steady.
Angela was still struggling, half her body already hanging dangerously over the edge. I needed to get her out of danger first.
Will hesitated, his expression softening slightly.
"If you sign, this annoying little brat won't get hurt," the woman said.
Sensing his hesitation, she quickly added, "Don't let her fool you, Will. Angela is your best bargaining chip."
At that, Will pushed Angela further out over the railing. "Enough talk! Are you going to sign or not?" he shouted.
My hatred burned hotter than ever, but I couldn't hear anything outside yet—no sign of help arriving.
"I already said we can negotiate. You want custody? It's for the trust fund, isn't it? Fine, take the money. Just give me Angela," I said, deciding to lay it all out.
"Oh?" The woman in red raised an eyebrow, looking amused as she glanced at Will.
Sweat beaded on Will's forehead.
"If you get custody, and this little brat just happens to die soon after, then you'll have all the money," the woman added.
She was even more vicious than I imagined! I couldn't hold back my rage any longer. "You wouldn't dare!!"
Will hesitated for a moment. But the next second, Angela squirmed free from his grip, breaking loose.
"Angela!" I screamed, lunging forward, but it was too late. I watched in horror as my daughter fell from the second floor, crashing onto the living room floor below.
The sickening sound of her body hitting the ground shattered me. I let out a scream, rushing down the stairs, but in my panic, I tripped and tumbled down, my body slamming into the steps.
Everything went black.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed.
My head pounded as I struggled to make sense of where I was. Slowly, my surroundings came into focus, and I saw Layla sitting beside me.
"Where's Angela?" I asked, my voice frantic. I tried to sit up too quickly, and a wave of dizziness hit me.
Layla caught me as I slumped back against the bed, holding me gently.
She didn't answer right away, and that made panic rise in my chest.
"I'm fine, but Angela—where is she?"
Layla hesitated before speaking softly. "When I arrived at your house, it was empty. You were unconscious at the bottom of the stairs, but Angela... I didn't see her. I'm so sorry, but I don't know where she is."
The world around me went dark again. My head swam, and it felt like the ground had crumbled beneath me.
After what felt like an eternity, I threw back the covers. "I have to find Angela," I said, but the moment I tried to stand, I collapsed, pain shooting through my right leg.
"You need to stay calm," Layla said gently, helping me back onto the bed. "Your right leg is broken, and you have a concussion. You need to take care of yourself first if you want to take care of Angela. I've already got people helping look for her. We'll find her soon."
I lay on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. I had never felt more broken in my entire life.
Weeks passed. Then a month. Still, we couldn't find Angela.
I tried to confront Will, but he had disappeared, hiding from me while somehow managing to empty the trust fund I had set up for Angela.
I was left with nothing, and I had lost the person I loved the most.
I was consumed with hate.
They said that after falling from such a height, it would be unlikely that Angela would survive. But even if my little girl was gone—taken from me forever—Will hadn't even let me say goodbye. He hadn't given me the chance to hold her one last time.
All of this was Will and that vile woman's fault. A fire of rage burned inside me, hotter than anything I had ever felt. I would definitely make them pay.
I would make sure they suffered—more than they ever could have imagined.
After three months of desperate searching, I finally gave up.
Now, there was only one thing left in my life: revenge.
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