She smiled ruefully and kissed my forehead. "Alright. I'll give him one more chance. If he doesn't change, then we'll divorce."
...
Three days later I was discharged. It was also my birthday. Mom threw me a grand party.
Just as we were about to cut the cake, Bella arrived—bringing a whole funeral procession with her. She stormed in wailing.
"My poor son," she sobbed. "Only four months old and burned alive. The mastermind walks free and now throws a birthday party for her child—how unfair the heavens are!"
"My son—oh, it's my fault. I couldn't fight like Miss Andrews to use power and get revenge. Boohoo—"
Her cries drowned the music. Guests who had been smiling at our celebration turned pale and stared at Mom and me with strange, sympathetic eyes.
Mom's face went cold; she signaled the bodyguards to throw Bella out. But Bella pressed a hand to her belly and hissed.
"Gianna, I'm pregnant again. Last time you killed my baby—Steven let you go. But this time he's already warned you: if you lift a finger against me again, he'll make sure you die in a heartbeat."
"Gianna, Steven doesn't love you anymore. Do you really think you can keep making trouble like before? Even if you don't care about yourself, you should think about your son."
Bella turned the knife toward me again.
Mom hesitated, her grip on my hand tightening. That was her way of telling me to be strong, so I squeezed her hand back with all my strength.
Then, as if shedding her gloom, Mom suddenly smiled—calm, almost serene.
"In that case, do as you please," she said.
Seeing Mom retreat, Bella's grin widened, her arrogance swelling. She tossed all my birthday gifts out, then split my cake in two with a vicious swipe.
But just then, the chandelier above groaned with a sharp creak.
Mom's eyes flicked upward instinctively. Too absorbed in smashing everything she could get her hands on, Bella didn't notice.
The next second, the chandelier snapped free and came crashing down, striking her squarely.
Blood splattered across the polished floor.
Mom quickly covered my eyes, but I still heard her voice, laced with a smile.
"Oops, Bella. I forgot to tell you—the chandelier is rusty. It could've fallen at any time."
Bella was carried out by an ambulance that night.
And I got a brand-new strawberry cake and fresh gifts from Mom.