My Mother-in-law Fed Me “special Soup” That Caused My Three Miscarriages. I Caught Her On A Hidden Camera In A Hydrangea Vase. How Should I Execute My Final Revenge?

The Final Betrayal

After Eleanor Vance signed, James was pushed back into the operating room. The red light above the door lit up, signaling that a life was about to change forever. Eleanor and Sophia sat at opposite ends of the waiting room, a heavy tense silence between them. Richard had already arrived, standing next to Eleanor like a silent protector. His presence made her feel somewhat calmer.

Sophia was completely broken, huddled together sobbing wordlessly from time to time. The rosy future she had imagined had crumbled right before her eyes. She would have to tie herself to a disabled man for life, to a family on the brink of ruin, and face the law. Despair and madness began to invade her immature mind.

Suddenly, Sophia burst out laughing, a hysterical out-of-place laugh in the quiet hospital corridor. She lifted her disheveled head and stared at Eleanor, her eyes full of mockery and venom.

“A son, huh? A son… All you people ever wanted was a son. How ridiculous. So ridiculous.”

Eleanor and Richard frowned at her, not understanding what she was saying. Sophia stood up shakily and approached Eleanor, her voice was sharp, screeching, and full of resentment.

“You think you’ve won? Do you know something? This family, this man that you and I fought over, they were willing to do anything cruel all for a male heir to carry on the name. But it’s funny, so funny you know?”

She laughed again, tears streaming down her cheeks. Then she suddenly leaned toward Eleanor, her voice was a whisper but audible enough for Richard, who was standing beside her, to hear.

“There is no son. That sonogram is fake. I paid for it. I deceived him and his mother. I deceived all of you. I just wanted a security ticket to get into that house.”

This confession exploded like a bomb in the hospital corridor. Eleanor was stunned. Richard couldn’t hide his surprise. All the motivation, all the crimes, all the sacrifice and pain of Eleanor turned out to be built on the lie of a scheming girl.

Just at that moment, the door of the nearby recovery room opened. A nurse pushed James’s gurney to transfer him to the ICU. He had woken up from the surgery. Although he was very weak, he was conscious and had heard Sophia’s entire hysterical confession.

James’s eyes flew wide open; he stared at his mistress. He had just lost a leg, his mother was in a coma not knowing if she would live or die, his career and freedom were about to vanish, and now he learned that the whole family’s hope for which he had sacrificed everything was just a sham. A maddening hatred flashed in James’s empty eyes, a hatred even greater than his physical pain.

Sophia saw that look. She backed away in fear, realizing she had destroyed her last escape route. Eleanor Vance stood there witnessing everything in silence. A con artist and a traitor who were once allies in a cruel conspiracy had now become mortal enemies. The wheel of karma had turned on its own, crushing them without her having to lift another finger.

The Verdict

The divorce trial of Eleanor Vance and James Parker was held in a closed court at Richard Mendes’s request to protect his client from media scrutiny. But the atmosphere inside the courtroom was still solemn and heavy. Eleanor, now 7 months pregnant, sat upright on the plaintiff’s side. Beside her was Richard, his face calm and professional.

On the opposite side, James sat in a wheelchair, one pant leg empty, his face haggard and filled with desperate bitterness. He had lost everything: his health, his career, and his last faith in humanity. Richard didn’t need to say much. He methodically and coldly presented each piece of evidence to the court one by one.

The video of Carol’s poisoning act, the analysis report of the poisonous substance, the video of James being intimate with his mistress and promising a future without his wife, and finally the irrefutable audio and video of his confession. With each piece of evidence presented, the air in the courtroom became more suffocating. James’s lawyer could hardly present any convincing defense, only able to circle around reasons like provocation and loss of control.

James sat there silent as a statue. He no longer had the strength to argue or shout. In the past few days, he had tasted all the bitterness of life. His mother was still in a coma in the hospital, his mistress had blatantly deceived him, his career had collapsed, and his friends had abandoned him.

Now he was here facing the wife he had despised and conspired to harm, realizing how disastrously he had lost. He had lost not because Eleanor was smarter, but because he and his mother had acted against conscience and morality. After reviewing all the evidence, the judge, a middle-aged woman with a stern look, looked at James with barely concealed disappointment.

She finally struck the gavel, her voice clear as she declared the final verdict. Eleanor Vance was granted the divorce. Custody of the child, once born, belonged entirely to the mother. As for the assets, the house and the entire Aura Interior Design Company were determined to be Eleanor’s sole property; James Parker had no right to interfere. The rest of the marital assets were divided according to law, but James would have to use his share to compensate Eleanor for emotional and health damages.

The sentence was fair and just. As the trial ended, Eleanor and Richard walked out of the courthouse. The sun shone brightly on her, warm and pleasant. She took a deep breath, her lungs filled with the fresh air of freedom. Her hellish marriage was officially over. She had won not only on the legal front but had triumphed over her own weakness, rising above adversity to protect her child and reclaim her own life.

Richard looked at her, his eyes shining with tenderness and pride. He said softly,

“It’s all over, Eleanor. From now on, live well.”

Eleanor turned to look at him. For the first time in a long time, she smiled genuinely, a smile of relief and serenity. The chains were broken. Although the road ahead might have many challenges as a single mother, she knew she was strong enough to face them all.

A New Life Begins

Two months after the trial, Eleanor Vance went into labor and was taken to the maternity ward of a luxury hospital that Richard had previously arranged. The contractions were long and intense, but Eleanor gritted her teeth and endured. This physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional pain she had been through. In her mind, there was only one thought: she had to be strong, she had to be safe to welcome her beloved daughter.

A mother’s strength helped her overcome everything. After many hours of struggle, a tender but clear baby’s cry was finally heard, breaking the tension in the delivery room.

“Congratulations, it’s a very beautiful and healthy baby girl.”

The nurse smiled, bringing the baby wrapped in a soft blanket for Eleanor to see. The moment she saw her daughter’s tiny rosy face, all of Eleanor’s pain disappeared. Her tears welled up, but this time they were tears of happiness and fulfillment. She had done it; she had protected her child until the very end.

She reached out a trembling hand to touch her daughter’s cheek. This little being was the most precious gift heaven had given her, the motivation to live and fight. Eleanor named her daughter Clara, a name that carried all her faith and gratitude. No matter how humans calculated and conspired with malice, in the end, God’s will would put everything in its place. The arrival of her daughter was fate’s best arrangement.

The following days in the hospital, Richard Mendes was always by her side, taking care of the two of them attentively. He was not her husband or her lover, but he did everything a father and a husband should do. He handled all the paperwork, prepared nutritious meals, and sometimes just sat quietly watching little Clara sleep.

His presence gave Eleanor a strange sense of peace and security. He was like a solid lighthouse that appeared just as her ship was faltering in the stormy sea. She was very grateful to him, but for the time being, she just kept that feeling in her heart. Her heart had too many scars; it needed time to heal before she could think about a new relationship. She wanted to devote all her love and attention to her little daughter.

With her daughter in her arms, Eleanor felt absolute peace. She realized her real victory was not the moment James and his mother paid the price, but this very instant, the moment she could hold her daughter, watch her sleep, feel the sacred bond of motherhood. Her happiness no longer depended on anyone else; it was here in her arms, simple, pure, and priceless.

One beautiful sunny afternoon, Eleanor sat by the hospital room window watching her daughter sleep in the bassinet. Richard was sitting in the armchair opposite, a law book in his hand, but his eyes never left the mother and daughter. The atmosphere was quiet and warm. The storm had truly passed, leaving a blue sky and a new life growing strongly. Her new life, their new life, had officially begun.