Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

An orphan with no backing. She should have dealt with her long ago.

Before, Dora had held back. She didn’t want to tear the family apart over someone like her, didn’t want to strain things with her own son. But now? The entire household was in chaos because of that woman.

At this moment, Dora wanted Stella dead.

Summer was pale with pain. “Mom… it hurts so much. Is it because I don’t have a husband anymore that I’m being treated like this?”

Her voice trembled, thick with grievance.

Dora froze.

The moment Steven’s name was mentioned, her expression stiffened. When she looked back at Summer, her eyes softened with even more pity.

Tears streamed down Summer’s face.

“That must be it. Ever since Steven’s gone, no one protects me anymore. Mom… I have nothing left.”

Dora pulled her into her arms. “Don’t say that, sweetheart. What nonsense are you talking about? How could you have nothing? You have your child. You still have your child.”

Hearing Summer spiral again, Dora hurried to soothe her, her voice gentle and patient.

But in her heart, her hatred for Stella deepened even further.

That vicious woman.

She would drive her out of the Wright family.

And then-

She would make sure Stella paid.

Meanwhile.

Stella returned to her hospital room. Evan followed closely behind.

“Why are you following me?” Stella turned sharply, her gaze cutting. “I’m not apologizing to Summer. Ever.

“If you want an apology, you already saw what that looks like.”

Every word was firm, unyielding.

Evan stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Then don’t apologize.”

Stella froze.

Her heart skipped, just for a second.

Before she could speak, he continued, “But how could you hit her? She just gave birth.”

Her heart sank straight back into the abyss.

How could she hit Summer?

She almost laughed.

“Then make sure she never shows up in front of me again,” Stella said coldly. “Otherwise, every time I see her, I’ll hit her.”

She had already said it.

The moment the line connected, Dora’s hysterical sobbing burst through the speak

“Evan, come quickly! Summer’s emotions are out of control, her incision has reopene. You need to get here right now!”

The volume was loud enough for Stella to hear every word.

She looked at Evan with a cold, mocking smile.

Evan scowled and snapped into the phone, “If she’s emotionally unstable, call a psychiatrist. If her incision’s opened, call a surgeon. What exactly am I supposed to do?”

Dora choked. “You-”

He hung up.

Stella stared at him, surprise flickering briefly in her otherwise frozen eyes.

Evan stepped forward and pulled her into his arms again.

“Stella,” he said softly, coaxing. “Can you stop making trouble? Please?”

His voice was gentle.

Too gentle.

The kind of gentleness that meant he was tired. That he wanted peace. That he wanted her to be sensible, obedient, quiet for his sake.

Stella stepped out of his embrace.

When she looked at him again, her gaze was colder than ever.