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?

Fates Sealed

Time passed quietly. After Eleanor Vance left the hospital, she devoted herself entirely to taking care of little Clara. Her world had shrunk, revolving only around her daughter’s cries, laughter, and the sweet smell of milk. She had almost forgotten the existence of those people and those old affairs, until one day, Richard visited and brought with him the latest information about them.

He sat in the living room watching Eleanor skillfully prepare milk for her daughter, with an unconfessable tenderness in his eyes. He waited until she finished feeding her and put her to bed before he started talking. He said in a monotonous voice, as if reporting a case.

“Eleanor, Carol’s criminal case has a preliminary result. She woke up from the coma, but due to the severe brain injury, she is paralyzed on the left side of her body, and her speech is no longer clear. The court considered her health condition, but with the irrefutable evidence of repeated intentional battery, she will still face an appropriate prison sentence. She will likely spend the rest of her life in the prison infirmary.”

The obsession with a perfect legacy finally ended with her own imperfection. Perhaps it is fate’s most ironic punishment. Eleanor listened silently. She felt no joy, only a void. This woman had caused her so much suffering, but now hearing that she was paying the price, she did not feel happy, perhaps because she had completely emerged from that mire. What happened to those who remained trapped no longer mattered to her. She asked calmly.

“And the others?”

Richard continued.

“Sophia had a miscarriage after the extreme emotional trauma. James, in a fit of hatred over the deception, has completely disowned her, not giving her a single penny of support. It seems she had to go back to her hometown, facing the scorn of her family and neighbors. Her future life will be very difficult. A young woman who gambled her entire future on a game of lies and ultimately lost everything.”

Eleanor just sighed softly. That was the path Sophia had chosen.

“And James Parker?”

Richard paused for a moment, looking at Eleanor.

“He sold all his remaining stock in the family company to pay for the hospital bills and your compensation. He now lives alone in a small apartment with almost no contact with anyone. The physical disability, the collapse of his career, and the betrayal of both his mother and his mistress have turned him into a shadow of his former self. A CEO who once controlled everything, now he is just a lonely disabled man consumed by regret and bitterness.”

After hearing everything, Eleanor was silent for a long time. She did not comment on their fate. Life has its own laws of cause and effect; he who sows the wind reaps the whirlwind. It is a fair rule. She turned to look at her daughter sleeping peacefully in the crib. Her little lips moved slightly; her eyes turned soft and warm.

The past was truly over. The day of the wicked’s downfall had come, but for her, it was just a normal day in her new life, a life of peace and her daughter’s laughter.

Love Blooms

A year later, Eleanor Vance’s life had turned a new, radiant, and vibrant page. The interior design firm, Aura Interior Design, under her direct leadership, had prospered tremendously. Eleanor, with her innate talent and insight, had taken the company to a new level with innovative large-scale projects. The image of a beautiful, talented, strong, and independent female CEO often appeared in business magazines, becoming a source of inspiration for many women.

She was no longer anyone’s shadow; she was the sun of her own life. Her greatest joy after a stressful day at work was coming home to little Clara. The girl was now over a year old, babbling her first words and taking her first steps. Her daughter’s clear laughter and hugs were the medicine that healed all the wounds in Eleanor’s heart.

She devoted all her free time to her daughter, reading to her, playing with her, exploring the world together. Seeing her daughter grow day by day, healthy and happy, Eleanor knew that all her past decisions had been correct.

Richard Mendes, from his role as a lawyer, had gradually become an indispensable friend in the mother and daughter’s life. He didn’t come over often so as not to disturb them, but he always appeared just when they needed him. Sometimes on weekends, he would drop by with a new toy for Clara or some delicious food he knew Eleanor liked.

Little Clara adored him, always calling him Uncle Richard and clinging to him whenever he came. The relationship between Eleanor and Richard developed naturally and warmly. There were no romantic high-flung words between them, only understanding and sincere concern. He understood what she had been through, so he always maintained an appropriate distance, giving her enough space but also close enough for her to feel protected.

Eleanor also sensed his affection but didn’t rush things. Her heart still needed more time to be truly ready for a new beginning. She wanted to devote all her love and mind to her little daughter.

One weekend evening, Richard stayed for dinner with the two of them. After dinner, he sat on the floor, patiently teaching little Clara how to stack wooden blocks. Eleanor sat on the sofa with a book in her hand, but her eyes never left that warm picture. The soft yellow light in the living room illuminated the man playing tenderly with her daughter, creating a moving scene of peace.

She suddenly realized that it had been a long time since her heart had felt such a gentle vibration. She didn’t know what the future would hold, but she knew she was no longer afraid. She had found inner peace. She had found happiness in the simplest things. Seeing Richard’s radiant smile and Clara’s soft laughter, Eleanor smiled involuntarily. The door to her heart, which had been covered in ice, seemed to be slowly opening to welcome the first warm rays of sunshine.

The relationship between Eleanor Vance and Richard Mendes continued in a quiet way, like a small stream meandering through the rocks. It wasn’t noisy, but it was very steady. He remained a friend, a loving uncle to Clara, a strong shoulder she could rely on. But Eleanor knew there was something more between them, an invisible bond that was becoming clearer and clearer.