Sacrificed to Save His Mistress: Now the Billionaire & Son Bleed Regret NNovel – The day Joanna decided to divorce, she nearly died in a fire at the kindergarten. In a desperate attempt to save her son, Andrew, she used every ounce of strength she had left to push him away, only to be crushed beneath a collapsing bookshelf. She lay there, barely clinging to life. But the son she had risked everything for paid her no mind.
Just a short distance away, he was anxiously comforting another woman. “Auntie Vivi, are you okay? Andy’s really scared.” Vivian had only suffered a minor burn on her hand, yet she lay on the ground, looking pitifully weak. “Auntie Vivi’s fine, Andy. Don’t be afraid.” Joanna had always believed that her son, Andrew, took after his father, Ethan—reserved and composed. Yet now, he was sobbing uncontrollably in Vivian’s arms, trembling with fear. Her chest ached with a sharp, piercing pain.
The next moment, Ethan rushed into the burning room. His gaze barely flickered over Joanna’s trapped form before he ran straight to Vivian, his face full of worry. “Andy! Vivi!” “Daddy, please save Auntie Vivi first! She got hurt because she was trying to save me!” Ethan anxiously checked over both Vivian and Andrew’s injuries. Joanna took everything in, watching as the three of them formed a picture-perfect family, while she, the actual wife and mother, was nothing more than an outsider.
Despite the suffocating pain in her chest, her instinct to survive forced her to call out weakly. “Help me… help me…” Only then did the three finally turn to look at her. She saw it clearly—their worried expressions turned indifferent the moment their eyes landed on her. “Mommy, Auntie Vivi is weak. We need to save her first. Just hold on, the firefighters will be here soon.” “Vivian saved Andy. I can’t just leave her behind. Vivian, let’s go.” With that, Ethan lifted Vivian into his arms while Andrew clung to his sleeve.
The three of them turned and started walking away. “You can’t do this, it’s too dangerous! Please, save her!” Vivian protested, looking worried.But neither Ethan nor Andrew looked back. “She’ll be fine.” “Exactly, Auntie Vivi. She’s always pretending to be sick, but she’s actually strong as an ox. She’ll be fine. The firefighters will be here soon.” With that, Ethan carried Vivian out of the building. The flames raged on, engulfing the kindergarten in an inferno. Joanna watched their figures disappear into the distance, her heart plunging into an abyss of despair.
Was this the son she had carried for nine months, the child she had nearly died giving birth to? Was this the husband she had loved for eight years, the man she had sacrificed everything for? The two people she held dearest had abandoned her without hesitation for another woman, leaving her to die in the fire. She couldn’t even cry—whether from the heat of the flames or the depth of her heartbreak, she no longer knew. At that moment, she realized her life had been nothing more than a cruel joke.
A bitter, self-deprecating laugh escaped her lips. Her vision blurred once more, thick smoke choking the air from her lungs. As her consciousness faded, only one thought remained. If she survived this, she would never let herself become a joke again. She didn’t know how long she was unconscious.
In her dreams, she relived her entire miserable marriage like an outsider watching a tragic play unfold. At eighteen, the Dawson and Foster families had arranged her marriage for the sake of business.On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, she met Ethan for the first time.