I Woke Up Seven Years Later And Left My Cheating Husband Chapter 11
When Bennett clearly saw his name and Claire’s written on the final divorce decree, his hands began to tremble violently beyond his control.
He could hardly believe his own eyes. He zoomed in on the photo again and again before blurting out.
“Impossible. This has to be fake.”
Mrs. Ford Sr. frowned. “I handled the paperwork myself. How could it be fake?”
Bennett still refused to believe it. “No. Absolutely impossible. How could she divorce me?”
“He clearly said that even after she learned the truth, she kept clinging to me and refused to divorce me no
matter what. She even swore only death would make her leave me. How could she just divorce me like this?”
Bennett kept shaking his head, his eyes unfocused as he muttered to himself.
“He? Which he?” Mrs. Ford Sr. was so frightened that she immediately grabbed his wrist. “Bennett, don’t scare me. What’s wrong with you?”
But Bennett seemed unable to hear her at all. He shook off the hand gripping him and turned to run outside.
“She must still be waiting for me at home.”
“She can’t possibly have divorced me.”
“How could she bear to?”
Just as Bennett was about to run out of the Ford family estate, his body suddenly went weak. He collapsed heavily to the ground and lost consciousness.
“What are you all standing around for?” Mrs. Ford Sr. rushed forward at once. “Someone get Bennett inside!”
Bennett woke three hours later.
A burning pain tore through his stomach.
In the darkness, he could vaguely make out a shadowy figure.
Bennett called out her name by instinct. “Claire, I knew you wouldn’t leave.”
The figure was holding a bowl of oatmeal. At his words, she paused but said nothing.
Bennett forced the corner of his mouth into a smile. “What did you make for me? Beef-and-rice soup again?”
When he and Claire first got married, he often forgot to eat because he was so busy with work. His stomach would hurt, and every time he tried to swallow pills out of habit, Claire would stop him.
“Can you please take better care of your body?”
“I made you something to eat. It’s beef-and-rice soup. Hurry up and have some.”
Once the warm soup settled in his stomach, the pain would ease almost instantly.
So over the years, Bennett had grown used to having that bowl of beef-and-rice soup.
But what was handed to him now was only a bland bowl of plain oatmeal.
Bennett took one bite and immediately frowned.
The shadowy figure in front of him finally became clear under the moonlight.
He froze slightly. “Why is it you?”
Mia spoke with some unease. “Mrs. Ford Sr. asked me to come. She said you were sick and wanted me to take care of you.”
“She… she also said…” Mia hesitated.
“What else did she say?”
“She said that since you and Claire are already divorced, the two of us should pick a date and make it official
at the courthouse. That way, people will stop questioning Leo’s legitimacy. Once it’s official, it can also quiet down some of the rumors online.”
Before Mia could finish, Bennett’s voice had already turned cold.
“Impossible.”
The hand Mia used to hold the bowl shook sharply. Her lowered lashes hid the flash of resentment in her eyes.
Bennett did not notice. He only spoke coldly. “I, Bennett Ford, will only ever have one wife, and that is Claire.
If she had been able to have children, I never would have had anything to do with you.”
At that point, Bennett pressed his fingers against his temple in frustration and spoke each word clearly.
“Where is she? Why isn’t she here yet?”
He reached out, took the bowl of plain oatmeal, and poured it into the trash without hesitation.
“Does she know I’m sick?”
Mia froze. She suddenly looked up, utterly stunned. “M-Mr. Ford, what’s wrong with you?”
“Have you forgotten? You and Ms. Snow are already divorced. She’s not coming back.”
Those last few words crashed down on Bennett like a boulder.
His entire body stiffened, and all the color drained from his face. The memory he had deliberately ignored was dragged back up, finally resurfacing in his mind.
He finally remembered why he had fainted and why he was at the family estate.
Claire had divorced him.
It felt as if a massive hole had been torn open in his chest. Bennett immediately clutched the front of his shirt, unable to breathe. His face turned a strained bluish purple.
“Mr. Ford, are you all right?”
“I-I’ll go get the doctor.”
Mia immediately left the bedroom, and the room fell back into dead silence.
Bennett leaned weakly against the headboard. The burning pain in his stomach made him think again of
Claire’s clarification post.
Suddenly, he felt regret.
He should not have told her so openly about Leo.
He should have kept lying to her.
As long as he had kept it from her, she would not have left.
Bennett sat there in a daze for a long time before the sudden ring of his phone pulled him back to himself.
The call was from his assistant, whose tone was cautious. “Mr. Ford, we found the security footage.”
“The little heir’s allergic reaction was probably caused by Ms. Lane.”
“I’ve sent you the footage. Besides what happened to the little heir, there are some other clips I think you should watch too.”
Bennett opened the video files his assistant had sent, all ten gigabytes of them.
When he clearly saw Mia’s actions, his pupils contracted sharply, and his hands clenched into fists.
It had been Mia who obtained a large amount of iron powder and sprinkled it over Leo’s clothes. After
causing his allergic swelling and redness, she had changed him into a new outfit to destroy the evidence.
That was her own biological son.
Why would she be so cruel?
Bennett soon found the answer.