Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 148

Chapter 2

Sloane woke up in a hospital.

A young associate lawyer stood by the bed, clearly at a loss. “Ms. West, the court has finalized the ruling. You need to take

care of your health now-don’t let this consume you.”

Still reeling from the pain in her chest, Sloane sat up abruptly. ignoring the IV needle in her hand as she rummaged

through her bag.

“Can you please check if this paper holds up?” Her voice shook as she pulled out a document and handed it over.

The lawyer reviewed it and nodded. “Ms. West, your husband has already signed the divorce papers. Once you sign and file

it with the court, the divorce will be finalized in about thirty to sixty days.”

That very morning, she’d taken the document to Declan and knelt before him.

Maybe he was in too much of a rush… or maybe he just didn’t believe she would actually leave.

He assumed the agreement was a bluff. Without even glancing at it, he signed.

But he’d never realize-everything she said was real.

Sloane didn’t wait another second. She yanked out the IV and rushed straight to City Hall to submit the paperwork.

Once it was done, she made one last stop-at the coast. In the light, drizzling rain, she knelt down on the cold, wet sand. “Mom… wherever you are, I’ll find a place by the sea and stay with you forever.”

The only response was the icy wind sweeping off the ocean.

She didn’t know how long she knelt there. When she finally wiped her tears away, she pulled out her phone and made a call. “Hi. I… I’d like to schedule a staged death and extraction.”

Her voice was broken, but her tone left no room for doubt. “The cause of death will be listed as homicide. I’ll arrange the scene. All you need to do is rescue me and create a new identity. Then send me abroad.”

This wasn’t just about divorce.

One month from now, she’d make him pay-personally. And it would be something ‘surprising’ Declan would never

forget.

By the time everything was in place and Sloane returned to the mansion, night had fallen.

The lights were on in the living room. Declan was sitting on the couch, gently spooning chicken soup into Vivienne’s

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So much for love. So much for promises.

She would never believe him again.

Blinking back the tears burning her eyes, Sloane told herself: just thirty more days. She would endure anything.

She didn’t expect Vivienne to pull her first stunt-screaming from a nightmare that very night.

Sometime after midnight, Vivienne burst into the master bedroom barefoot. Declan had just stepped out of the shower.

“I can’t sleep alone,” she whimpered and climbed into his arms, pressing herself against his bare chest. The mattress in the guest room is too hard. I’m scared. Stay with me?”

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