The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 500

Chapter 500 Unfit To Be A Father

Chapter 500 Unfit To Be A Father

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“It was you–always you! You refused to love me. I gave up everything, yet you walked away. You even left that cursed farewell. Why? Why condemn me so that I cannot even choose my own death?” With a sudden, feral burst, he lunged across the narrow visitor booth, arms slashing through the dim light like broken branches, aiming straight for Quinn.

Quinn had read the storm in his eyes well before it broke. She pivoted, sidestepping the charge, then snapped her leg up and drove her boot squarely into his ribs.

The kick landed with bone–deep force. Joaquin’s body ricocheted off a metal table, papers scattering like frightened birds, before he crumpled to the linoleum.

He staggered to his feet, breaths hitching. Two detention officers rushed in, pinning his shoulders to keep the violence leashed, their grips white–knuckled against his thrashing.

Sliding her phone back into her coat, Quinn advanced until the toes of her shoes touched the

you convince scuffed line on the floor. “Tell me, what exactly did you plant in Julius‘ mind? Did him that his mother’s illness is hereditary? That he might carry it, that he could pass it on to his own children?”

Joaquin froze. The flicker in his eyes lasted less than a heartbeat, yet it screamed confession. “You want answers? Then ask the boy yourself.”

Quinn caught that fleeting crack in his mask and knew her arrow had struck home.

Earlier, she had baited the trap, an AI–forged video tailored to shred his composure–until his nerves sang with static. Only then had she pressed for the truth. Joaquin’s practiced veneer was good, but not perfect. That single tremor was all the confirmation she needed.

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“You are unfit to call yourself a father,” Quinn said, contempt hardening every syllable. “Julius belongs with me now. I will love him, and our child will love him, too. You? You will alone, gnawed by the emptiness you created.”

With nothing more to say, Quinn turned her back on him. Her heels tapped a final, decisive rhythm as she left the visitor room without a glance behind.

The corridor outside felt wider, the air easier to breathe, as though the walls themselves had exhaled when she stepped through the door.

She let out a long breath, wondering how Julius had endured that same suffocating atmosphere when he met his father alone. For the boy, it could only have been a slow, grinding form of psychological torture.

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But what was the “farewell” Joaquin mentioned while unraveling? If Julius‘ mother left a final message, did it bind him so tightly that even death was off–limits to him? Anyone truly bent on dying has a thousand methods. So… is Joaquin not even able to do that?

Lost in thought, Quinn exited the detention center and stopped short.

Julius stood beside her car, coat collar lifted against the chill.

“Why are you here?” she asked, surprise softening her tone despite everything swirling in her

head.

She had briefed her uncle carefully; no one should have leaked today’s destination.

Julius offered a small, apologetic smile. “I didn’t pull all the Shadow Guards back. I needed someone watching over you.”

He had instructed those unseen sentinels not to update him unless real danger loomed; he never wanted her to feel surveilled.

Yet the moment they reported she had entered the detention center, caution overruled restraint. So he came, because staying away felt impossible.

By the time he arrived, she had already gone inside. He could do nothing but pace the concrete, heart thudding like a trapped bird, until she emerged.

If Father repeated those words to Quinn… If she learned there might be madness running through my mother’s blood, how would those clear eyes look at me then?

Julius swallowed the knot in his throat. The question slipped out hoarse and uncertain. “Quinn, did you… meet with my father today?”

Quinn nodded, calm as the evening tide. She cupped his chilled cheeks, the cool of his skin seeping into her palms. “Just a moment ago,” she said, voice low and steady. “You rushed here because you were worried, didn’t you? Afraid he might hurt me?”

He could not stop himself. Like a child chasing warmth, Julius leaned into her touch, brushing his cheek against the soft center of her hand.

“Did he say anything to you?”

“A few things,” she answered, meeting his anxious gaze without flinching.

Tension shot through his shoulders. “What did he say?”

Quinn kept her eyes on him, unblinking. “I asked about the words he shared with you

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