My Ex-Husband Forced My Father to Death for His First Love, so I Made Him Pay

When I found out my father had died from donating his bone marrow, grief crushed me so fiercely I miscarried right on the spot.

Yet while I lay broken in that hospital bed, my husband was nowhere near me. Instead, he was with Helena Dalton, his first love and the very woman who had just received my father’s bone marrow.

It wasn’t until the alarm of a scheduled event went off in my ward that I remembered.

Today was our fourth wedding anniversary.

My husband, Heinry Lorrimer, had said he was preparing a special gift for me just the day before. It was just that I never imagined that special gift would cost two lives.

Tears uncontrollably poured down my cheeks and my heart felt like it had been ripped apart.

I thought back to the first year of our marriage, when he abandoned me because of Helena. He wasted his days at home in despair. It was I who tirelessly cared for him, nursing him with warmth, until he gradually came back to life.

The second year, when his company nearly collapsed, I stubbornly knelt before my greedy mother for three days straight, begging her for money and that money actually saved his company.

The third year, when he suddenly demanded a child, the doctor warned me that pregnancy could kill me. But for his sake, I bravely risked my life just to give him a beautiful daughter.

Everyone said I was the perfect wife, that I loved him with all my heart and soul. And yet, no matter how much love and devotion I gave, his heart remained cold.

Now, with his company thriving, he had driven my father to death.

The next morning, I woke to find Heinry standing by my bed. His face was pale, his voice low as he whispered.

"Yoanne… Helena is dead."

From that day on, he spent every night drowning in bars. Until one day, my own husband brought home a bar girl who looked exactly like his first love.

"If it weren’t for your useless father’s bone marrow, Helena would still be alive. From today onward, Wanda will live here. You’ll serve her and take care of her. I want you to watch as we love each other every day. Seeing her face will remind you of your guilt. That will be your punishment, Yoanne."

I just nodded without a word of protest.

What he didn’t know was that my silence wasn’t weakness. It was because the plan I had been preparing for years was finally about to succeed.

In just ten days, the truth that would destroy Heinry’s name would finally come to light. And that would be my last gift to him.

Perhaps the look on my face displeased Heinry. His brows knitted, his expression turning darker.

"What are you standing there for? It was only a miscarriage, not death. Go kneel before Helena's portrait and beg for her forgiveness. That’s what you have to do now."

"And if I refuse?"

I lifted my gaze, resentment burning in my eyes as I stared at the man before me. This man had driven my father to his death just to save his woman and now he wanted me to kneel before her portrait and beg for forgiveness.

My shoulders shook violently with grief and anger, tears spilling uncontrollably down my cheeks.

Yet, Heinry remained unmoved. His bloodshot eyes blazed like a wild beast.

"This isn’t up to you. Your father is gone, so you’ll kneel in front of my Helena for him. Get down!"

My body was still frail from the miscarriage, blood loss leaving me weak even after being discharged from the hospital.

He showed no mercy, yanking me from the bed and dragging me into another room, where Helena’s portrait stood like an entire sacred shrine.

"Kneel!"

He shoved me onto the wooden floor. The sharp pain shooting through my knees, but the agony in my chest was worse, like thousands of needles piercing straight into my heart.

One bow. Two. Three.

"Heinry, let me go! Don’t force me to hate you!"

Tears blurred my vision, my teeth clattering as I trembled. Seizing a brief moment when he caught of guard, I grabbed the incense burner from the table and hurled it against the wall. It shattered, shards flying everywhere.

The broken pieces cut across Heinry’s cheek, slashed my ankle and even nicked Wanda Myers, who had been lurking at the doorway.

"Ah! My arm!"

"Yoanne, your father killed Helena. Do you want to kill me, too?"

The moment her words left her lips, Heinry’s eyes went bloodred. His hand closed around my throat and he slammed my head against the wooden floor.

"I'll help you with the last apology!"

Dizziness swept over me. My body slumped onto the floor.

Through the haze, I saw Heinry lifting Wanda into his arms, carrying her out of the room. Warm blood trickled down my leg as my consciousness faded.

Heinry, I don’t want you anymore. When your company holds its celebration banquet in ten days, that will be the day everything between us ends.

When I opened my eyes again, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled the air.

Our maid noticed I was awake and quickly handed me a glass of water.

"I already called your husband. He said he’ll be here soon. Just rest, Madam."

I nodded weakly and watched the maid leave the ward. Slowly, I tried to sit up, thinking about handling my discharge papers.

However, before I could even move, Heinry appeared at the door.

"Haven’t you had enough of this act, Yoanne Wilson? Afraid I’d ignore you, so you told the maid to call me all the way here? You’re so childish. Do you think everyone has as much free time as you?"

"This is not an act. Don’t worry, Heinry. From now on, I won’t call or text you again."

He sneered and pulled out the diary my father had always treasured.

"I told you before, nothing connected to that murderer is allowed in my house. Are you deaf?"

"Don’t you dare touch my father’s diary!"

I rushed forward, trying to grab it, but he pulled it out of reach, leaving me with nothing in my hands.

"Give it back! That’s all I have left of him and he wasn’t a murderer!"

My eyes burned with tears as I begged, hoping he would show me even a shred of mercy.

"What’s so special about this diary? That gold watch was worth much more. I had it melted down into a bracelet. Look, don’t you think it’s pretty?"

The cup in my hand slipped and shattered on the floor with a sharp crash.

I turned to Heinry and stared at him in disbelief, my chest rising and falling quickly before a suppressed sob spilled out of my throat.

"You let Wanda touch my father's watch? You knew it was a love token between my parents it even engraved with their names. Why would you do that?"

"Why? Because Wanda wants it. It’s just a watch, worth nothing compared to Helena’s life. I can buy you another if you want, but don’t ever let your father’s trash get in my sight ever again."

"Oh, Wanda also wants a room with walkin closets. Clear yours out when you get back. I’ll hold on to this diary for now, but if you ever upset me again, I’ll burn it."

I lowered my head and nodded quietly. After leaving the hospital, I moved all my things from the master bedroom into my daughter’s room.

That night, I sat alone in the dark room, unmoving, until the sound of Heinry and Wanda’s laughter echoed through the walls and broke the silence.

Tears streamed down my face in the darkness, but my heart felt numb.

Heinry never noticed I had almost nothing left in this house, only a few clothes, some jewelry and one special wedding dress. It was the dress he had sewn for me by hand, the dress I kept carefully in a dust bag for four years.

He once told me I was a treasure sent to him by God, someone he would cherish forever.

Back then, he planned every holiday with care. Even his proposal had been beautiful as he had always treated me with love.

I never thought it would all change.

Well, at least my daughter studied at a boarding school, I kept telling myself that. However, since Wanda came, I had grown more and more uneasy.

"Heinry, our daughter will be home this weekend. Can you let Wanda leave before then?"

He gave me a cold look from the side.

"I forgot to tell you. From now on, our daughter will stay with my parents. You don’t have the right to see her."

I froze as I stared at him, my lips trembling.

"Why? She’s innocent! She doesn’t know anything. Don't you care if she’ll get hurt when she finds out about this situation?"

My voice broke, pain twisting my face.

"I’ve already told her and she understands. You’ll only see her once a week."

My hands clenched into tight fists so that all my strength seemed to be drained out of me. I covered my face with both hands, my shoulders shaking.

Soft sobs broke through my fingers as my whole body trembled.

Heinry clicked his tongue in annoyance, shot a quick glance at Wanda, who was still sleeping in the bedroom and warned me.

"Take good care of Wanda until I get back. If anything happens to her, you won’t see our daughter this week."

I lowered my head and said nothing. Only after Heinry left the house did I go into my daughter’s room, gripping my phone tightly.

[I have to take my daughter with me. Can you help me?]

The reply came fast. [Okay, I’ll help you.]

But just as I sent the message, Wanda suddenly pushed open the bedroom door. Her face was dark with morning anger and she shouted at me in a commanding tone.

"I’m hungry. Go make me something light to eat."

"The maid will be here soon. Just ask her."

Wanda gave a cold laugh, running her fingers through her hair.

"The maid’s already been fired. You’re just stuck here with nothing to do. Cooking for me isn’t too much to ask."

"Why should I do that? Are you simply useless, or just sick in the head?"

Her eyes flashed with fury as she waved my father’s diary in her hand.

"Don’t say no too quickly, Wilson. Make me upset a little bit and I’ll take it out on you."

My body shook. Clenching my teeth, I couldn't help but walk straight to the kitchen. That whole day, Wanda dragged me around to shop and then forced me to cook for her.

By the afternoon, I was so exhausted that I collapsed on the sofa. Unfortunately, she wasn’t about to let me rest.

"I’ve got some packages. Go pick them up for me."

To my shock, there were nearly seventy of them.

I had to borrow a cart and made trip after trip until I finally piled them all by the door.

The moment I opened the door, the sharp smell of burning smoke immediately hit my nose.

"Wanda, what are you doing?"

"You were too slow with the packages, so I started a little fire for fun."

"What are you burning? You do know the smoke can set off the alarm, don't you? Are you trying to burn the whole house down?"

Anger surged through me at her recklessness and quickly rushed forward to stop her. "What on earth are you doing?"

When I saw her holding the last page of my father’s diary over the fire, my eyes instantly filled with tears.

"What are you making a fuss about? I’m using the fire pit, so there will be no danger. Look, aren’t the flames pretty?"

"Wanda! What is that you're throwing into the fire?"

She frowned, covering her ears.

"Shut up! Can't you just stop yelling? You can see for yourself, it’s just your father’s diary. What a useless pile of junk. Better to burn it."

As she spoke, she tossed the last page into the fire.

"No!"

I shoved her aside in panic and reached into the flames. Ignoring the searing pain, I grabbed what was left of the diary.

"Yoanne! What are you doing?"

Heinry had just come home. His face was dark as he walked over and then he slapped me hard across the face.

"Heinry, my legs hurt! This woman is losing her mind and she’s trying to kill me!"

I clutched the halfburned diary tightly, my cheek stinging from the slap, my right hand scorched and throbbing from the fire.

"Yoanne, must you be so cruel? Hurting someone just over a piece of paper?"

"A piece of paper, you said?"

I tried to hold back the ache in my chest. A bitter laugh escaped me as tears streamed down my face.

"She burned my father’s diary, Heinry. You know how much it meant to me. And now you call it just a piece of paper?"

I looked at my father’s handwriting on the fragile page. My fingers tightened until the paper crumpled. My back slid against the wall as despair filled my eyes.

Heinry lifted Wanda into his arms and shot me a cold glance.

"You won’t see your daughter this weekend. You don’t deserve to."

With that, he slammed the door and walked out.

I stared blankly at his fading figure, whispering into the empty room, as if falling into an endless abyss.

"Just one more week and I’ll get to see my daughter. Heinry, from now on, you’re the one who won’t see her."

With trembling hands and tears burning my eyes, I folded the halfburned diary page and held it carefully in my palm.

[Yoanne, you should know your place. In Heinry’s heart, I’m worth more than you. You’re just like this useless diary. And you dared to push me? Think carefully about how you’ll beg for my forgiveness later.]

After that, Wanda sent me another message with a photo.

In it, my husband's eyes were soft and gentle, just exactly the same way he once looked at Helena. His gaze was fixed only on the woman in front of him, leaving no space for anyone else.

[You’re nothing but a bar girl, Wanda. What right do you have to flaunt yourself in front of me? Heinry only uses you as a replacement of his past lover. You know better than anyone whose face he’s really seeing when he looks at you.]

Her reply came quickly.

[So what? I don’t care who he sees through me.]

[What matters is that he gives me one hundred and fifty thousand dollars every month, a villa on the mountain, endless designer bags and even your father’s gold watch. That’s enough for me.]

[Look at yourself. What do you have, Yoanne Wilson? He won’t even spend money on you. Haven’t you heard? A man’s money shows where his heart really is.]

Her words cut deep and I had no way to fight back. My hand shook around the phone. I closed my eyes, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.

All these years of marriage, I gave Heinry everything I had. But when I thought about it, aside from the wedding dress he once made me, there was almost nothing he had truly given me.

Even paying for our daughter’s tuition, I had to beg him.

The hatred in my heart swelled stronger than ever. I had never regretted marrying Heinry Lorrimer as much as I did at that moment.

I hated him for being so heartless. But more than that, I hated myself for being so submissive.

"Yoanne, the divorce papers will be ready in less than a week. Didn’t Heinry realize he already signed them?"

It was my mother calling, her voice full of worry.

"No. Wanda tricked him into signing. He doesn’t suspect anything. Thanks to her face, it looks so much like Helena’s."

My mother let out a long sigh of relief and reminded me of the deal we had made.

"You promised me that after divorcing him, you’d come to Hazelbourne to find me. You know well that Matthew from the Spencer Family has loved you for so many years. Without his financial help, my company wouldn’t have made it through this crisis so quickly."

"I won’t break my promise, don't worry. But you must keep your promise to me too."

"Don’t worry. Naomi’s transfer papers will be ready soon."

Hearing her reassurance, I finally felt the heavy weight in my chest begin to ease.

Not long after I ended the call, Wanda and Heinry came back. They acted as if I wasn’t even there, not a single glance in my direction.

After carrying her into the bedroom, he walked over to me, his face dark and cold.

Then, he threw a bank card at me.

"Wanda wants some fresh tomatoes from an old farmer. It takes about two days to make the trip. Go to this address and buy them. I’ll forget what happened today."

"Also, the company’s goingpublic celebration is in a week. Go buy yourself a decent dress. Don’t embarrass me."

With that, he shoved the card against my face. My eyes burned red as I looked back at him.

My chest was full of anger and despair, my voice breaking as I spoke.

"Your lover burned my father’s diary and now you expect me to apologize to her? Heinry, you only saw the scratch on her leg, but did you even notice my burned hand?"

I raised my right hand, the skin raw and blistered, my words sharp with bitterness.

"I know you hate me, hate my father, but what did he ever do wrong? He was kind enough to donate his bone marrow to Helena. Don't forget, I begged my mother on my knees for three days and nights just for you. And just because you wanted a child, I risked my own life giving birth to our daughter."

"I gave everything I had. Didn’t you see that? All those words of love and gratitude… You lied. Now that Helena is gone, you put all the blame on me and my father. Tell me, what exactly did we do wrong?"

My voice cracked as I shouted, the despair spilling out of me.

For a moment, something flickered in Heinry’s eyes. He looked at me with such a complicated, unreadable gaze.

Just then, Wanda’s soft voice broke the silence.

"It’s my fault, Heinry. I shouldn’t have insisted on those old farmer’s tomatoes. You ended up arguing with Yoanne because of me. Sorry, I was too selfish."

Her voice trembled and tears slipped down her face.

Seeing her cry, his expression shifted at once, panic flashing in his eyes. "Helena, don’t cry…"

"No, it’s Wanda."

Heinry froze for a moment. Then his face turned cold and his voice turned sharp. "I’ll call you what I want. Since when do you get to correct me?"

Wanda was stunned but quickly masked it with a sweet, playful smile.

"My mistake. I just felt bad for your pain and I’m not like some people who keep digging up old wounds. Helena is already gone, but Yoanne is still talking with such disrespect. The doctor clearly said it was due to poor bone marrow quality and rejection. How can her father not be at fault?"

Her words poured oil on the fire. Heinry’s temper snapped. He turned to me, his eyes cold as ice.

"You’re not even worthy to say Helena’s name, Yoanne. Go buy the tomatoes for Wanda. Don’t make me repeat myself."

I forced a bitter smile, then turned and walked away.

The tomatoes Wanda wanted were far away. To be exact, it needed a two hours drive on dangerous mountain roads, where cliffs and landslides were always a threat.

My burned hand was wrapped in thick gauze as I gripped the steering wheel. In such a situation, all I hoped was to reach the town and find a hotel before nightfall.

But just as I arrived, dark clouds gathered and rain poured down like a waterfall.

Heinry had only given me two days. Even in the middle of the storm, he sent another cold message reminding me to be back on time.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. My own husband knew it was raining hard and the mountain roads were dangerous, that I could lose my life out there and yet he didn’t care at all.

The next day, I pushed deeper into the mountains, forcing the car over broken, muddy roads. Rocks and dirt slid down the slopes every so often.

By some stroke of luck, I finally reached the old farmer. I took photos and videos as proof.

Heinry saw them and was satisfied. After that, he didn’t say another word.

I packed my things and got ready to head back. However, just as I reached the most dangerous stretch of road, he called.

"Go back and buy some wild sour meat. Wanda is pregnant and she craves it."

My hands shook on the steering wheel as I froze.

Wanda was pregnant and my husband told me like it was nothing.

"Heinry, don't you think it's cruel enough to ask me to fetch food for your mistress carrying your child? I’m your wife. What do you take me for?"

"You’re my wife, yes. But the child in Wanda’s belly is mine too. What’s the point of fighting about it? I have to protect this child. Don’t worry, I won’t divorce you. I’ll just let you live in misery for the rest of your life to atone for Helena’s death."

My voice trembled, pain tearing through my chest as the mountain road blurred before my eyes.

"My father was never guilty. I am never guilty. It's you, Heinry! You’re the one at fault. You failed to save Helena and now you put all the blame on us. You’re nothing but a coward!"

"Ah!"

The moment the words left my mouth, a landslide came roaring down the mountain, leaving me no time to react.

A massive boulder slammed into my car. My head hit the glass, dizziness overtook me and then the car was swallowed by mud and darkness.

I thought that was the end.

I had no idea how long I was out. When I finally opened my eyes, I found myself lying in a hospital bed.

It was a small county hospital near the mountains. The rescue team had brought me there and they had notified my husband about what had happened.

The doctor said the car was completely destroyed. If not for a thick tree branch breaking the impact, I would have died right on the spot.

Thanks to that, I got away with only a mild concussion and a few scratches.

Heinry rushed in with Wanda by his side, yet not a single word of concern left his mouth.

"This happened because you were so reckless! I just got my car and you’ve already wrecked it! Were you trying to take out your anger? Couldn’t you even see the road? There was a mudslide and you didn’t even try to dodge it?"

I looked at him with a painful gaze, my eyes stinging red, pointing to the bandage on my forehead.

"I went through all this for you and Wanda. You forced me to make the trip in just two days. Don’t you know how dangerous mountain roads are after heavy rain? Heinry, in your eyes, is my life worth less than a bug?"

Heinry’s expression darkened. He gripped Wanda’s hand, his brow tightening.

"You were careless behind the wheel, so you can’t blame anyone else. Now the car’s ruined and Wanda can’t even eat the tomatoes she wanted. I know you did it on purpose."

"Yes, Heinry, she must have known I was pregnant with your child. That’s why she crashed the car on purpose. Who knows what she was thinking? After all, she’s already had a miscarriage once."

Wanda lightly touched her flat stomach, her voice soft and pitiful, deliberately adding fuel to the flames.

"Next time, don’t let me catch you playing cheap tricks. And remember, the company’s goingpublic celebration is in three days. Don’t embarrass me there."

With that, he pulled Wanda toward the door. Before leaving, he turned back and added coldly, "There’s no room for you in the car. Find your own way home."

I watched Heinry walk away, my body trembling with rage. My head throbbed with sharp, stabbing pain. Tilting my head back, I forced myself not to cry.

Three more days. Just three more days and I could finally leave Heinry Lorrimer behind and end this humiliation he called a debt.

I stayed in the unfamiliar hospital for two days. The quiet there felt like a release, free from trouble and from those hateful people.

When Heinry texted me, telling me to get my outfit ready for tomorrow’s banquet. I just looked at the message once and ignored it.

After leaving the hospital, I went straight to the station, found a private carpool and rushed home that afternoon.

Heinry wasn’t there. Wanda stood upstairs, peering down at me in her loose silk pajamas. I didn’t even need to guess how well she and my husband had enjoyed themselves while I was gone.

"Oh, you scared me! I thought it was a thief. Turns out it’s just our Yoanne. What made you think of coming back, hmm?"

I ignored her mocking tone and headed upstairs, intending to go straight to my daughter’s room.

However, Wanda stretched out her leg and tripped me.

Startled, I grabbed the railing, glaring at her with burning fury.

"Wanda, stop your stupid games. I don’t have time to argue with you. You’re nothing more than a bar girl. If I fought with you over that scumbag, I’d only be lowering myself."

"Oh, Yoanne Wilson, how noble do you think you are? Aren’t you still being toyed with by a bar girl like me?"

I shot her a look of pure annoyance. I had no interest in wasting energy on her. All I wanted today was to pack my things and leave this place for good.

"Move. I don’t have time to waste on you."

I brushed past her, but suddenly she grabbed my hair and yanked me toward the stairs.

Instinctively, I seized her arm. In the struggle, neither of us realized the danger until it was too late. We both ended up tumbling down the stairs.

Ah! My stomach!"

Her scream cut through the air. I forced my eyes open, pain searing through my forehead and saw blood everywhere.

Then Heinry’s panicked voice roared from the doorway. "Wanda! What happened to you?"

He rushed to her side, staring in shock at the blood pooling beneath her.

"I only wanted to talk to Yoanne, but she pushed me down the stairs. There’s so much blood… is our baby gone, Heinry?"

Wanda sobbed in agony. Heinry turned on me, hatred blazing in his eyes. His steps were heavy and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.

Then, with a loud crack—

His hand struck me hard across the face, slamming me to the ground.

"Your father killed my beloved Helena and now you’re trying to kill Wanda and my child. Yoanne, why don’t you just die already?"

He kicked me hard.

Then, without another glance, he carried Wanda to the hospital, leaving me behind with my head bleeding.

Despair washed over me. Tears blurred my vision, my lips trembled and a broken laugh slipped out.

If Heinry were here, he would have mocked me for laughing uglier than crying.

I wiped the blood from my eyes with a tissue until I could finally see again.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. It was the family doctor. Carrying his medicine box, he helped me to the sofa and, without a word, began cleaning and bandaging my wound.

He examined my eyes carefully, asked if I felt pain anywhere else and only when he finished did he finally speak.

"Heinry called me today. He still cares about you, but Helena’s death broke him. He’s not the same man anymore. Please… try to understand."

"He didn’t mean it. One day, I believe he’ll come to his senses and treat you the way he used to."

I only nodded in silence, unwilling to argue.

After he left, I looked around at the empty house with heavy eyes. This had been my home for four years.

Yet the love I had clung to for four years now felt completely meaningless.

Just then, a text arrived from my mother.

[The divorce certificate is ready and Naomi’s transfer is complete. I’ll pick her up tomorrow.]

I went upstairs to my daughter’s room and quietly packed the few things I had left.

Then I sat on the bed in silence. In the closet hung only two dresses, one of them was my wedding dress from Heinry and the other was the dress I was meant to wear at tomorrow’s banquet.

But I knew now I would never wear either of them again.

Less than an hour later, the courier delivered my divorce certificate.

At the same moment, a message came from Heinry. His words carried warning instead of care.

[The family doctor told me your injury isn’t serious. I ordered takeout for you. Get and eat it. Wanda lost the baby. I’ll settle this with you after tomorrow’s celebration. Don’t embarrass me there.]

I sneered at the screen and ignored him.

Heinry stayed at the hospital with Wanda that night. I, on the other hand, sat alone in the living room, burning every photo of us, even the train tickets we had saved from our trips.

At last, I took out my wedding dress. I cut away the kite pattern that had once meant so much to me.

I folded it neatly on the sofa before placing the divorce certificate on top.

After that, I packed my suitcase, carefully placing inside it the halfpage diary my father had left behind. Without a single glance back, I walked away from the house that had been mine for four years.

I had already saved the secret that could ruin Heinry’s reputation onto a USB drive. In just one hour, the world would no longer see him as the charming, wealthy, perfect CEO of the Lorrimer Group.

The moment I boarded the plane, I sent him one final message.

[It’s over between us, Heinry. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other. Goodbye.]