THE DIVORCE PAPERS ON THE HOSPITAL BED AND THE MOTHER’S HORRIFYING REVENGE

1. A Cold Hospital Bed and a Cruel Document

On a hospital bed covered with cold white sheets, Emily Walker lay motionless, her frail body sustained only by IV lines and the steady beeping of medical machines. Her third round of treatment had ended less than two days earlier, yet it seemed to have drained every last bit of strength she had left.

Her skin was pale, her lips cracked and dry, her eyes sunken deep into their sockets. Her thin arm was marked with countless needle wounds, bruises that had yet to fade. Every breath felt heavy, as if her fragile life could slip away at any second.

Standing beside the bed was her husband, Daniel Walker, dressed neatly in a gray suit—impeccable, emotionless. Not a wrinkle out of place. Not a trace of compassion on his face. The woman lying before him looked less like his wife and more like a burden he was eager to discard.

Daniel placed a stack of papers on the table and pushed them toward Emily. The edges were sharp and tidy, mirroring the coldness in his voice.

“Sign it. Let’s consider this a release for both of us. I can’t keep living with someone in this condition forever.”

Emily’s eyes widened. For a moment, she thought she had misheard him. Her heart tightened painfully, as if someone were squeezing it in their fist. Her trembling hand instinctively clutched the thin blanket.

“Daniel… what are you saying?” she whispered hoarsely. “When we got married, you promised… in sickness and in health… that we would never abandon each other.”

Daniel let out a short, humorless laugh. He turned toward the hospital room door.

A woman stood there with her arms crossed, leaning casually against the doorframe—like someone who already believed she had won.

It was Sophia.

2. The Shameless Mistress

Sophia wore a figure-hugging dress that accentuated her curves. Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, her fingernails painted a bold crimson that gleamed under the hospital’s harsh fluorescent lights. The look she gave Emily was filled with open disdain and triumph.

Daniel tilted his chin toward Sophia, his voice dripping with mockery.

“I was young back then and didn’t understand life. Now I know exactly what I want. Sophia is the woman I want to live with. Just sign it so I can take care of the remaining formalities.”

Emily slowly turned her head. Her gaze landed on Sophia’s face—wearing a crooked, defiant smile.

Sophia stepped fully into the room, planted her hands on her hips, and spoke in a sharp, smug tone.

“Just sign it already. Daniel has been very considerate coming here to talk nicely. The truth is… he’s already moved in with me. The downtown apartment costs over three thousand dollars a month, and he pays without hesitation.”

Each word felt like a blade, slicing straight into Emily’s chest.

Her shaking hand reached for the pen Daniel had prepared. Her vision blurred, the words on the divorce papers twisting and dancing before her eyes. She tried to take a deep breath, but her throat tightened.

“Can you… really do this?” Emily whispered. “I’m lying here… not even knowing if I’ll still be alive tomorrow…”

Daniel’s patience snapped. He forcefully brushed her hand aside, sending the pen clattering to the floor.

“Sign it quickly. I don’t have time.”

3. The Door Bursts Open

At that exact moment—

The hospital room door suddenly swung open.

A woman’s voice rang out, low but filled with authority:

“DANIEL! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

Daniel and Sophia both spun around.

Standing in the doorway was Margaret Walker, Daniel’s mother.

She stepped into the room, her face pale with fury, her hands trembling—not from weakness, but from barely contained rage. In her grip was a thick folder of documents.

Sophia curled her lips into a sneer.

“This is between adults. Why are you interfering, Mrs. Walker?”

Margaret didn’t spare Sophia a single glance. She walked straight to the hospital bed and gently took Emily’s cold hand. The moment she felt her daughter-in-law’s icy skin, her eyes reddened.

“My child… I’m so sorry I came too late.”

Emily’s lips trembled. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks.

Daniel frowned.

“Mom, this is none of your business.”

Margaret straightened slowly. Her gaze shifted to her son—so piercing that Daniel instinctively took a step back.

“None of my business?” she snarled. “You’re forcing your sick wife to sign divorce papers on her hospital bed, in front of your mistress—and you say this has nothing to do with me?”

4. A Shocking Truth

Margaret slammed the folder onto the table. Papers scattered everywhere.

“Daniel, before you force Emily to sign anything, you should take a look at this.”

Daniel glanced at it impatiently.

“And what is this supposed to be?”

Margaret pulled out a document and held it up.

“A DNA test.”

Sophia froze.

Daniel went pale.

Margaret pointed directly at Sophia.

“You thought the baby you aborted last year was Daniel’s?”

Sophia staggered.

“What… what nonsense are you talking about?”

Margaret let out a bitter laugh.

“That child was never my son’s. And Daniel—you can’t have children.”

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Emily stared in shock.

Daniel stammered, “That’s… impossible…”

Margaret locked eyes with her son, her voice sharp as a blade.

“The accident when you were twenty-five. The medical records I hid for ten years. You’re permanently infertile.”

Sophia stumbled backward, her face drained of all color.

“Then… then whose baby was mine?”

Margaret turned to her, her gaze icy.

“Some other man’s. You were nothing more than a pawn in your own filthy game.”

5. The Final Blow

Margaret turned back to Emily, her voice trembling.

“Emily, do you know why I always told you to keep copies of Daniel’s financial records?”

Emily shook her head weakly.

Margaret pulled out another stack of papers.

“During your treatment, Daniel embezzled company funds and transferred the money to his mistress. I’ve already handed all the evidence to the lawyer—and the police.”

Daniel screamed, “Have you lost your mind?!”

Tears streamed down Margaret’s face as she looked at her son.

“No. I’m simply teaching you your final lesson about being human.”

Moments later, police officers entered the hospital room.

Daniel was handcuffed.

Sophia collapsed to the floor, sobbing hysterically.

Emily lay there quietly, tears falling—but this time, they were no longer tears of despair.

Margaret clasped her daughter-in-law’s hand and whispered softly:

“You don’t need to sign anything. This marriage—I’ll end it for you.”

Outside the hospital corridor, sunlight poured in.

For the first time in a very long while, Emily felt hope.