Lost in Memories Beneath the Fading Sunset

Yvonne returned to the villa to pack her things after filing the police report. All of a sudden, the door was violently kicked open.

Justin stood in the doorway with a gloomy expression, with Milton and Travis trailing behind him. The two boys’ eyes were full of anger, as though she had committed some unforgivable crime.

“You called the police, accusing Sophia of murder?” Justin’s voice was icy. “Who did she kill? Are you never going to stop?”

Before Yvonne could respond, Milton rushed forward and shoved her. “Bad Mom! Would you only be happy if Ms. Shaw dies?”

Travis followed, pounding her legs with tiny fists. “You’re so cruel! Ms. Shaw is kind. Why would you accuse her?!”

Yvonne staggered backward, crashing against the wardrobe. She winced as a sharp pain shot through her back.

She looked at them with reddened eyes. Her voice was trembling. “She swapped the dummy for my brother… Henry was fried alive! I called the police to stop her. Did I do something wrong?”

The father and sons froze for a moment.

Justin sneered, “What nonsense are you talking about? Sophia could never do something like that!”

Yvonne laughed through tears. “Then call my brother now. See if he answers.”

Justin frowned, pulled out his phone and dialed Henry’s number. After a long wait, the call went straight to voicemail. No one answered.

Justin’s expression flickered, but just as he was about to speak, the door was gently opened.

Sophia stepped in, looking pale and fragile. She leaned against the doorframe. “I heard… Henry went on a graduation trip. Maybe the signal is bad and that’s why you can't reach him.”

Milton and Travis ran to her immediately, one on each side. “Ms. Shaw! You’re out of the hospital? Didn’t the doctor say you needed to rest?”

Sophia smiled helplessly. “I heard Yvonne called the police and accused me of murder. How could I not come to clear things up?”

Her gaze softened as she looked at Yvonne. “Yvonne, I know what you’re worried about. Although Justin and I loved each other back then, we’ve already missed our chance. Now that you’re married to him, I will only wish you happiness. I will never try to break up your family.

"There’s no need for such extreme accusations… Murder is too serious a crime.”

Milton immediately lifted his little face, full of admiration. “Look at Ms. Shaw's poise… and then Mom. The difference couldn’t be clearer!”

Travis curled his lips. “Milton’s right. Mom only lies and hurts people!”

Yvonne trembled as her nails dug into her palms. “Once the police investigate, you’ll see who’s right and who’s wrong.”

“Investigate?” Justin let out a cold sneer. “You falsely accused Sophia. That's the truth! What investigation do you need?”

He looked down at her and spoke in a tone that brooked no argument. “I’ve already dropped the case and made the arrangements. No one in the city dares take this case.”

Yvonne stared at him in disbelief, about to speak, when her phone rang the next second. It was the police station.

“Ms. Johansson, the case has been dropped… Mr. Quinn intervened, and there’s nothing we can do. Please… take care. No one in the city dares to take this case.”

The call ended, and Yvonne stood frozen. She felt a chill run through her entire body.

Pain, despair, anger… Every emotion pressed down on her. Her heart felt like someone had ripped a piece out, and the sharp pain made her vision darken.

Yet, she laughed. She looked at her husband and sons, her most loved ones, and laughed through tears.

For some reason, Justin felt a sudden tightening in his chest. He softened his voice. “Enough. This ends here. I admit I went too far this time and scared you. I apologize.”

He paused for a moment and continued, “I can give you whatever you want to make this right.”

Yvonne’s tears continued to fall, but her gaze gradually hardened. She wiped her eyes and slowly turned to the drawer. Each movement was deliberate, as though she was saying goodbye to her past self.

Her hand trembled slightly as she pulled out the divorce papers, but it was not from anger or sorrow. It was from a calmness close to relief.