Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 470

“The whole time, it was her? She was the one behind everything?”

Libby felt her world falling apart. All along, she’d believed her mother was the victim, the one who’d been hurt. But now, it turned out she’d been the one plotting, driven by resentment toward Wiona, doing all these terrible things. Even worse, Conrad had known about it the entire time. He’d kept giving her chances, showing a loyalty and kindness Libby hadn’t even realized. He hadn’t kicked her out right away, which was more than anyone could have expected.

And what had Libby done? She’d doubted the real victim, just because of two blurry text messages on a phone.

She staggered back, her face pale. Ruby’s voice was gentle. “Yes, Libby. Wiona didn’t know a thing. Mr. Sullivan never wanted to upset her, so he didn’t say a word about Donna’s grudge against her.”

She looked down, searching for the right words. “After Devin came back, Donna just… changed. She was anxious, jumpy all the time. She even went to Devin’s room once, and when she came back, she was terrified. Mr. Sullivan tried to help, he had a calming tonic made for her, hoping she’d improve. But… something happened. Donna’s mind just broke, all at once. Then, that day…”

Donna’s death was still a mystery. It looked like an accident, maybe even suicide. But what was certain was that her breakdown had come from deep inside her own mind. Was it the pressure from Devin coming home? Or had her nerves just snapped after living so tense for so long? Or was it the influence of someone else—someone upstairs, who hadn’t left his room in ages, quietly stirring up trouble behind the scenes?

The only thing that was clear was that Wiona had never done anything wrong. She hadn’t even known Donna was out to get her. Conrad had kept it all hidden perfectly.

She sank to the floor, burying her face in her hands. The truth hurt more than ignorance ever could. It was so painful she could barely breathe, her chest tight and aching. Deep down, she knew why her mother had done all those things—it was all because of her .

If only she hadn’t made those mistakes. If she hadn’t left the Sullivan family. If she’d comforted her mother, or just insisted she come with her to Antarctica, maybe none of this would’ve happened.

Now she realized the last few days had been a cruel joke. It felt like there was a hole in her chest, one that kept growing, the pain only getting worse.