The Idiot Wife's Revenge Novel by AvaXox25 _ Novel





The Idiot Wife's Revenge Chapter 01

My husband Maverick Clinton's childhood sweetheart and I were kidnapped.
When he came to our rescue, he chose me without a second thought.
Sophia Kincaid was thrown into the sea by the kidnappers.
The drowning left her brain damaged from lack of oxygen, and she became mentally impaired.
Driven by guilt, Maverick brought her back to our home.
Simple-minded as she was, Sophia went out of her way to pick on me at every opportunity.
She even caused me to miscarry.
As I cried in grief, Maverick said simply and flatly, "We owe her."
Later, when Sophia and I were in a car accident, he saved her first without hesitation.
"Sophie, I'm sorry. For the past two years, I haven't stopped regretting that choice for a single moment!"
"Mav, I recovered a long time ago. I've just been acting this whole time—because I knew that only a 'broken' version of me could keep you by my side..."
Through the raging flames, I saw them clinging to each other as the fire consumed them.
When I came to, I was back on the day of the kidnapping.
This time, before Maverick could speak, I jumped into the sea.
And when I woke up, I became the “fool.”
Good.
This time, I’ll play dumb… and make them pay.
***
"Mona—!" Maverick's anguished scream echoed behind me.
I sank into the freezing depths of the ocean...
When I came to, I had become simple-minded due to brain damage caused by a lack of oxygen.
No one could say for sure when—or if—I'd recover.
Maverick clearly couldn't accept what had happened to me.
He held my hand, his eyes brimming with pain. "Mona, I love you.
"Even if you never get better... I'll take care of you forever. I'll never leave you."
Thinking of my tragic death in my previous life, I couldn't help but sneer inside.
The next second, I screamed and yanked my hand away.
I slapped him twice across the face. "Get away! Get away!!"
Maverick froze.
He didn't move, letting me hit him over and over.
"Ms. Rinehart, please calm down!"
The bodyguard pulled me away and pressed the call button by the bed.
Ever since I smashed a water cup over Maverick's head that day, his grandfather, Larry Clinton, had insisted he bring a bodyguard every time he came to the hospital to see me.
"Ms. Pretty, I want Ms. Pretty! I don't want you. I don't want you!"
I threw myself onto the bed, crying and flailing my legs.
Maverick's face twisted in pain and confusion.
"Mona, who is Ms. Pretty?" he asked.
"Mr. Clinton, I think it's Ms. Kincaid," the bodyguard helpfully chimed in.
"A few days ago, Ms. Kincaid visited Ms. Rinehart.
"Ms. Rinehart seemed to really like her..."
After hearing I was simple-minded, Sophia had hurried to my bedside in Maverick's absence.
"Ramona, are you really out of it?"
She hid behind the bodyguard, eyeing me suspiciously.
But when she heard me giggle and call her "Ms. Pretty," her surprise instantly turned to delight.
She spent a long time playing with me that day.
When she left, she smiled and said, "Mona, be good. I'll come see you again."
A smirk played on her lips, dripping with a mockery and triumph that a "fool" wasn't supposed to understand.
Hearing Sophia's name, Maverick paused.
"Mona, you... actually like Sophia?"
In the two years Maverick and I had been together, Sophia, as his childhood friend, had made things difficult for me countless times, both openly and behind the scenes.
And every time, Maverick would smooth things over, urging me to be the bigger person and overlook her.
Now, he must have remembered the kidnapping—the way Sophia cried and begged him to save her first, while I chose to jump into the sea, telling him I didn't want to put him in a difficult position.
He pressed his lips together, regret and a touch of resentment in his eyes. "If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have..."
As he met my wary gaze, his words caught in his throat.
In the end, he said helplessly, "I understand. I'll take you to see her right now."

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