Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 255: I accept the divorce. The end of the Porter family

"Mr. Porter."

Mrs. Porter turned to prepare tea for him, her movements practiced and effortless.

"Let’s talk."

"About what?

What could we possibly have to discuss—"

Mr. Porter barely started speaking before Mrs.

Porter cut him off.

"I’m willing to leave the Porter family and relinquish my position as Mrs. Porter."

At these words, the deep furrow between Mr. Porter’s brows smoothed out, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"You... what did you just say?"

"I said," Mrs Porter paused her tea-making and met his gaze, her usually gentle eyes now carrying an unsettling calm.

"I’m willing to do as you wish—step down as Mrs. Porter."

"Really?"

Mr. Porter took the teacup from her, studying her face with suspicion.

This woman had clung stubbornly to her title before, refusing to let go.

"Why the sudden change of heart?"

"After all these years as husband and wife, am I really so unworthy of your trust?"

Mrs. Porter’s lips curled into a frail, joyless smile as she pulled out the signed divorce papers from her bag and placed them before Mr. Porter.

"Take a look."

What on earth is this woman up to?

Frowning, Mr. Porter shot her a suspicious glance before picking up the papers and scrutinizing them carefully.

Naturally, his focus zeroed in on the asset division clause.

"Leaving with nothing?"

He stared at Mrs. Porter in disbelief.

"You’re not taking a single thing?"

"That’s right. Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?"

Mrs. Porter kept her head down, quietly steeping tea.

The rising steam veiled the venomous hatred in her eyes.

"There’s a pen right there. Sign it."

Once signed, she would finally be free of that loathsome surname—Porter.

As if afraid she might change her mind, Mr. Porter double-checked the terms to ensure he hadn’t misread them, then hastily grabbed the pen and scrawled his signature.

He then took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to his lawyer.

With that done, the suffocating resentment that had weighed on his heart for so many years finally dissipated.

Noticing the change in Mrs. Porter’s expression, he felt the tension between them eased considerably.

"The tea is ready," Mrs. Porter said, having steeped it to perfection.

She adjusted the temperature before handing a cup to Mr. Porter and settling onto the sofa with her own.

"Let’s drink to our freedom."

With that, she took the first sip.

"If you’d been this reasonable from the start, we wouldn’t have had to go through all this trouble," Mr. Porter remarked, though he didn’t refuse the tea.

He downed his cup in one gulp, his mind already drifting to potential candidates for his next wife.

After all, once tonight was over, the Porter family’s status would be on a whole new level.

"Daddy,"

Zamile tugged at Mr. Porter’s sleeve, shaking it lightly.

"I want some too."

Mr. Porter frowned, but before he could refuse, Mrs. Porter had already poured another cup and handed it over.

"Drink up."

Zamile snorted at Mrs. Porter took the cup anyway, gulping it down in one go—her throat was parched.

Watching this, Mrs. Porter curled her lips into a sly, venomous smirk.

I even had a dagger ready for the little brat.

Now I won’t need it.

"The papers are signed, the tea’s been drunk," Mr. Porter leaned back on the sofa, his voice icy as he addressed Mrs. Porter.

"You can start packing up and leave."

"What’s the rush?"

Mrs. Porter crossed her legs, her expression unreadable as she smiled.

"We haven’t finished talking yet."

Though her lips curved upward, her eyes remained cold and hollow.

"Now that we’re divorced, what’s another minute or two?"

Mr. Porter’s brow twitched, but he held back his temper.

He poured himself another cup of tea and took a slow sip.

"Then say what you need to say.

Quickly."

"Have you never wondered," Mrs. Porter glanced at the clock, her lips curling into a chilling, knowing smile, "why after all these years of fooling around, you only ever managed to sire that one wretched bastard?"

The words struck a nerve.

Mr. Porter’s face darkened instantly.

"Mrs. Porter," he growled, his voice low and dangerously icy.

"What the hell are you implying?"

"Implying?"

Mrs. Porter smiled faintly, her gaze steady as she regarded him.

"Those women you bedded over the years—oh, they got pregnant, alright. I just made sure they didn’t stay that way."

Her usually refined features twisted slightly with a venomous smirk.

"But treating the symptoms wasn’t enough.

So I went straight to the root—spiking your tea with a specially formulated sterilizing agent. Expensive, but effective.

That’s why things have been so... quiet."

Mr. Porter’s eyes widened in shock before narrowing into slits, darting toward the tea set on the table.

All these years of failed attempts to produce another heir—because this woman had been poisoning him?!

"And as for that little bastard of yours," Before Mr. Porter could react, Mrs. Porter turned her venomous gaze toward Zamile.

"Either the drug’s effects wore off too soon, or that woman tricked you by getting pregnant with someone else’s child."

Her terrifying glare made Zamile tremble uncontrollably.

The little boy’s face turned deathly pale as she instinctively shrank closer to Mr. Porter for protection.

But Mr. Porter was in no state to comfort her now.

"Mrs. Porter, you vile witch—I’ll kill you right now!"

He shot up from his seat, his bloodshot eyes bulging with rage.

Teeth clenched, he lunged at Mrs. Porter is like a wild beast.

Yet the moment he took a step, the world spun violently.

His legs gave way, and he crashed to the floor with a heavy thud.

**Boom!**

The dull impact echoed through the living room.

Agony seared through Mr. Porter’s body as if his organs were being roasted over flames.

He wasn’t the only one—Zamile, still on the sofa, suddenly collapsed as well.

Her face twisted into a sickly shade of gray, her lips trembling soundlessly.

Terror and desperation contorted her delicate features.

Mr. Porter tried to reach for her, but his limbs refused to obey.

Weakness pinned him down like an invisible weight.

His head lifted slightly, his disbelieving, hate-filled eyes locking onto Mrs. Porter.

"You... you—"

"I forgot to mention something," Mrs. Porter’s lips curled into a triumphant sneer, though dark blood seeped from the corners of her mouth.

"Every cup of tea I served you over all these years was tainted.

First, it was sterilizing drugs—and this time, a poison that eats through your insides."

A poison that eats through his insides?!

Mr. Porter recoiled, his face contorted in terror as the icy grip of death seized him.

His entire body trembled like a leaf in a storm.

"You... vile... witch!"

His fingers clawed desperately at the floor, nails splitting as streaks of crimson bloomed beneath them.

With the last of his strength, he gasped, "H-Help... me..."

"Vile?"

At the word, Mrs. Porter shot up from the sofa, her bloodshot eyes burning with fury as she loomed over his cowering form.

"Mr. Porter!

No matter how cruel you think I am, I could never match the depravity of a beast who burned his own daughter alive!"

Her lips twisted into a grotesque smile, her expression unhinged with madness.

"Sandra was terrified of pain.

Can you even imagine how she suffered in those flames?

How could you?!"

"You—you’ve got it all wrong!"

Mr. Porter, drained of all color, curled into himself, teeth gritted in desperation.

"I didn’t kill Sandra!

Who’s been feeding you these lies?"

His throat worked convulsive as he spoke, his face twisted in agony, voice barely above a whisper.

"Sandra’s alive... she’s alive!

Save me... save me and I’ll take you to her."

Right now, his only hope was to calm this deranged woman.

"Mr. Porter," the corners of Mrs. Porter’s lips curled higher, her expression growing increasingly unhinged.

"Do you really still think I’m that stupid?"

Her voice dripped with venom as she advanced toward the upstairs foyer, retrieving the gasoline she’d hidden earlier.

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"Every ounce of pain Sandra endured, every humiliation I suffered—I’ll return them to your precious Porter family tenfold."

Her eyes burned with manic intensity.

"I’ll wipe out the Porter bloodline—down to the last wretched heir!"