All Chapters of For Her, He Cut Off His Son’s Legs: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I was pinned to the ground, held down so tightly I couldn't move. My son's cries filled the air, and my tears streamed down uncontrollably.But Xavier Smith acted as if he couldn’t see me. Calmly, he placed the camera directly on the table.Then, just like before, he took our son's hand and said in a gentle voice, “Lucas, be good. Don’t be scared. Daddy won’t let anything happen to you.”Yet as I looked at the sharp knives laid out on the table, fear gripped me. I struggled with all my strength, trying to break free.But it was useless.They held me down even harder as I turned to Xavier, my face full of desperation and pleading. “No, no! Xavier, I’m begging you, please don’t! Lucas is your son—your own flesh and blood! You can’t do this to him!”But he acted as if he didn’t hear me. Instead, he tied Lucas’s legs securely with a rope.Only when Lucas was completely restrained did he finally speak. His voice was steady, as if he had already made up his mind. “Summer, I know

After hours of emergency surgery, Lucas was finally saved.He spent three days in the ICU before being moved to a regular ward.During that time, Xavier never called—not even once. I didn’t care.All I could hear were the doctor’s words, echoing in my mind.“The surgery was successful, but there are a lot of nerves in the legs. Healing won’t happen overnight.“He’ll likely need long-term rehabilitation. As his parents, you’ll need to be prepared.”Hope flared in me. “Will he be able to walk again?” I asked immediately.The doctor hesitated, his expression heavy with uncertainty. “It will be… very difficult. But if the recovery goes well, there’s a chance.” His words crushed whatever little hope I had left. But when I looked at Lucas lying in that hospital bed, pale and fragile, I refused to give up. From the beginning, all I ever wanted was for him to grow up safe and happy. Even if he would never be like other children, he was still my most precious boy. Just then

I never wanted to see Xavier again. But after Lucas was discharged from the hospital, the first thing we did was return to what was once our home. What I didn’t expect was to walk through that door and come face-to-face with Xavier and Wendy. The moment the door opened, Wendy was sitting in Xavier’s lap, draped in a sheer nightgown. She looked alluring and full of charm.Our eyes met. Wendy’s gaze was filled with smug satisfaction, while Xavier, on the other hand, immediately pushed her aside.Instinctively, he rushed to explain, “Summer, don’t misunderstand. Wendy was scared staying alone.“There’s an extra room next door, so I let her move in for now. Just now, she got spooked, and that’s the only reason I was holding her.“It’s not what you think.” I didn’t respond. Instead, I stepped aside, dodging his outstretched arms, and motioned for the people behind me to enter. When Xavier saw the movers carrying in boxes, his expression darkened. His voice was tense.

At that moment, tears of joy slipped from the corners of my eyes. I was the only one who truly knew how much Lucas had suffered during his recovery—every tear he shed, every ounce of pain he endured.Watching him slowly get better made me happier than anything. But even so, there were nights when I would wake up in a cold sweat, haunted by nightmares. In my dreams, Xavier had me and Lucas tied up. Right before my eyes, he raised a knife and slashed at Lucas again and again. Blood splattered everywhere, flesh torn apart, until Lucas was unrecognizable. Then, slowly, Xavier turned to me. Ignoring my desperate pleas, he lifted the blade and severed my head in one clean stroke. And in my final moments, as my vision blurred, I saw Wendy standing there. Her foot was crushing Lucas’s lifeless body as she smirked. “Summer Carter, did you really think someone like you could marry into the Smith family? Keep dreaming.”Every time I jolted awake from that nightmare, m