My Husband Gave My Children to Another Woman

Chapter 2

But the next moment, Jane was stopped dead in her tracks by the household servants.

"Where did this madwoman come from? What are you saying? These are our young master and young mistress!"

Blows rained down on Jane like a hailstorm, the pain so intense it felt like her body would shatter.

The terrified children huddled behind the servants, their tiny fingers pointed accusingly at Jane on the ground. Their childish voices, sweet yet venomous, cut deeper than any blade.

"I'm not your child! Call the cops on her!"

"That's right! My father is Owen Wright, and my mother is Serena Cooper! Not a country bumpkin like you!"

Jane dug her nails so deeply into her palms that they drew blood. Biting her lower lip raw, she tried to mute the searing pain.

But hearing those words from her own children, it felt as though someone had ripped her heart out while she was still alive. The agony was so raw she went numb.

Jane lost count of the blows, her consciousness beginning to fade.

Then came a voice, cool and commanding.

"What are you doing?"

Everyone froze. The servants scrambled forward, fawning as they explained.

"Miss Cooper, she's trying to steal the children. We were teaching her a lesson."

Jane lifted her head slowly, her pallor plain for all to see.

She looked nothing like a kidnapper—just a grieving mother who'd lost her child.

However, Serena Cooper's gaze slid past her to Owen, who had arrived in haste.

"Owen, what do you think we should do with her?"

Serena's hand rested possessively on Owen's arm, fingers toying with his sleeve. Chin tilted, her every gesture oozed disdain.

Owen hadn't expected Jane here. For a heartbeat, his face went blank. But it was only for a moment before he composed himself again.

He glanced at Jane on the ground and explained in a flat, detached tone. "Serena, she's from our hometown. She lost her child and isn't in her right mind. She didn't mean any harm. My family owes hers from my childhood. It's getting dark, and she has no way to leave. Why not let her stay tonight and send her off tomorrow?"

Serena rose onto her tiptoes, looped her arms around his neck, and in a playful, wheedling voice whispered, "Honey, whatever you say."

Jane was taken to a servant's room and given fresh clothes to wear.

Sitting quietly on the servant's bed, she was stunned to find even the Cooper Manor staff quarters were opulent—a far cry from the humble courtyard she'd once stayed in at the Wright Manor.

The door eased open with a soft creak.

Owen entered, carrying a bowl of steaming soup, just like he'd done so many times in the past.

"Drink this. You don't want to catch a chill."

Jane lifted her red-rimmed eyes, clamping her lips together to hold back tears.

"Owen, is there anything you want to say to me?"