The Wife He Chose to Erase

"Absolutely not," I cut her off.

My voice was ice, and the air in the room crackled with tension.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Sienna's face before she smoothed it over and turned to Brett for backup.

Brett stepped in front of me, blocking my view of her. "Juliana, be rational. This isn't just a garden; it's a business decision that affects the company's future."

His tone was one of condescending patience. "You can't obstruct corporate progress just because you're being emotional. Business comes first."

White-hot rage tore through me, and my hand flew up, cracking hard across his face.

The sharp sound echoed in the stunned silence.

I stared at him, my voice low and dangerous. "I dare you, Brett. I dare anyone to touch that garden. They will pay."

My gaze was like a razor. "That garden is for my child. It is not a bargaining chip for your business deals."

That night, Brett stormed into our bedroom, his face a mask of fury.

His eyes were bloodshot. "Juliana, what the hell is your game?"

He waved a sheaf of printed documents in his hand. "Why were the confidential minutes from my meeting with Sienna today sent to our biggest competitor?"

I was baffled. "What minutes? I have no idea what you're talking about."

Brett's face twisted into a sneer. "Don't play innocent! The IT department traced the leak directly to your personal computer!"

His voice rose, reason abandoning him. "Maybe it's a blessing our child didn't survive! Not with a paranoid, vengeful mother like you! No wonder you miscarried. Maybe the baby just didn't want to be born to you!"

His words struck me like a physical blow.

My world shattered. How could the man I’d loved so deeply say something so monstrous? An icy dread, colder than anything I’d ever felt, crept up my spine.

My knees felt weak. "Say that again."

My voice trembled, but my eyes were sharp. "Brett, what did you just say?"

Blinded by fury, Brett didn't hesitate. "You heard me! Maybe our child died because it didn't want a mother like you!"

My heart tore itself to pieces. This man, the one I had once loved beyond measure, was capable of this.

"That's a lie," I said, my voice shaking despite myself. "I want to speak with your IT security department. Now."

But Brett wasn't listening. He'd already swallowed every lie Sienna fed him.

In his mind, Sienna was infallible, while his wife of a decade was now the enemy.

After the fight, Brett left again to discuss "crisis management" with Sienna.

I sat alone in the cavernous living room, drowning in loneliness and despair.

The next day, on my way home from my lawyer's office, my phone rang.

It was our estate manager, Tom, his voice frantic. "Mrs. Prescott, you need to get here! A construction crew just showed up with a bulldozer!"

Panic laced his words. "They say Mr. Prescott personally authorized them to demolish the memorial garden. I tried to stop them, but they have a permit."