# Chapter 173: Crying Like a Girl
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 173 of *Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down* — a chapter that will tear your heart out, set it on fire, and stitch it back together. This is the moment April stops running, stops hiding, and finally becomes the storm her enemies never saw coming. But before the light can rise, the darkness must strike with devastating cruelty.
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When Vritra seized April's arm, the world seemed to shrink down to that single point of crushing pressure. She could feel her bones groaning beneath his grip, and she knew with terrifying certainty that if he squeezed just a little harder, her arm would snap. He shook her like she was nothing more than a rag doll, demanding again and again:
— Answer me, what the hell did he do to me?
But before April could even gasp out a response, Alessandro came from behind. His sword plunged deep into Vritra's back, a strike that would have killed any ordinary man. But Vritra was far from ordinary. He barely flinched. It was as if the blade were nothing more than a needle prick. He flung April to the ground, turned to face Alessandro, and casually pulled the sword from his own flesh.
"You're a real pain," Vritra spat, his voice dripping with disgust. He dropped the weapon to the ground. "I should give you a slow death. I think that will make my anger wane a little."
Alessandro, though warrior-born, had lost his sword. He had nothing left but his fists. He threw the first punch with all the strength he could muster, but Vritra didn't even stagger. Then Vritra struck back. One blow, two blows, three — each punch carried the weight of a nightmare. Alessandro blocked as best he could, but after five devastating hits, his body betrayed him and he collapsed to the ground.
April, barely conscious and drained of nearly all her magic, could only crawl. She wanted to help Alessandro. She wanted to rise. But her limbs were heavy, and her power had run dry. She dragged herself forward, inch by agonizing inch, while Vritra stood over Alessandro's broken body. In the palm of his hand, a fireball flickered to life, hungry and cruel.
"I'll turn you into ashes," Vritra hissed, "so you won't get in my way again, you damn scum."
April's heart shattered. She crawled to her father's legs and grabbed hold of him, her voice cracking as she begged:
Crying like a... Let go.
But Vritra didn't listen. He kicked her away as if she were a piece of debris.
"Don't interrupt me. You'll be next."
Everything was lost. All hope seemed to wither in that moment. April lay on the ground, helpless, watching the man she had come to trust about to be incinerated by the monster she had inherited.
And then, through the chaos, she heard the softest voice — a voice she had waited her whole life to hear again:
— My girl, break the seal.
Her mother.
April knew what it meant. If she broke the final seal, she would lose her mother forever. The seal wasn't just a lock on her magic — it was the last thread connecting her to Sofia's lingering spirit. But if she didn't break it, she would lose Alessandro, and then her own life. There was no third path.
Suddenly, her mother's image appeared before her. She reached out her hand, as if to caress April's cheek, but her fingers passed through her skin like mist. Still, her smile was warm and infinite. She said softly:
— My girl, it is time for you to let me go. Live your life and be happy.
A tear rolled down April's cheek. Then Sofia turned her gaze toward Vritra and added something strange:
Crying like a... Save him too.
April didn't fully understand her mother's words. There was no time to untangle their meaning. But she couldn't afford to hesitate any longer. With every shattered hope and every flicker of love in her chest, April wished with all her heart for the seal to break.
In her mind, a golden door appeared. It creaked open, and magic burst forth like a river that had been dammed for centuries.
Before, April's magic had been a small case that dried up easily — fragile, finite, easily exhausted. Now it became an infinite ocean, vast and bottomless. She stood up. Silver flames wrapped around her body, blazing with a light that seemed to belong to another world. Vritra groaned, stunned by the overwhelming power radiating from her. Something deep inside him trembled with fear, a primal terror he couldn't name.
Standing behind the veil of silver fire, April looked small, like a porcelain doll that might break at any moment. But Vritra couldn't move. Every instinct screamed at him to flee, yet his feet remained nailed to the ground. And then he saw it — the darkness within him crying out in agony, desperate for salvation.
April's hair transformed. The vibrant red faded into a pure, radiant white, like fresh snow touched by moonlight. She began to walk forward, her voice calm and steady as she recited the ancient chant:
— Silver flames that purify everything they touch, spread far and wide and destroy the darkness that surrounds the earth. Sacred flames, heal wounds and revive the dying.
She stopped directly in front of her father, her face lifted with an authority that held no trace of fear or doubt. Then she finished the chant:
— Flames bring light and illuminate the darkness.
The silver flames exploded outward. They swept across the battlefield, racing to the horizon where Vritra's army of monsters stood waiting. The air filled with shrieks and screams — not only from the corrupted beasts, but from the soldiers who had been tainted by darkness. The holy fire consumed them all, turning the impossible horde to ash in a single breath.
Vritra collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony. These flames, which had never harmed him before, now devoured him from within. He twisted on the earth like a leech cut in half, screaming silently under the purifying heat.
Alessandro, meanwhile, felt his wounds closing. Warm magic flowed through him, healing every break, every bruise, restoring his strength. He looked at April and thought she seemed like someone entirely different — a goddess descended from the heavens, beautiful and terrible all at once.
When the power finally subsided, the chaos had returned to order. The monster army was gone. Only Vritra remained, still writhing on the ground. April walked toward him. Her magic was immense, but it still didn't seem enough to fully kill him. So she knelt down, placed her hand gently on his face, and whispered:
— Let the darkness in you disappear.
Those words carried an authority beyond mortal understanding. Vritra's screams rose to a deafening pitch — and then suddenly stopped. His body turned to mud, crumbling piece by piece into the earth beneath him.
April's flames flickered and died. Her hair returned to its vibrant red, as if the storm had passed. But the effort had cost her everything. She staggered, and Alessandro rushed to her side just in time to catch her before she fell.
"Aby, are you okay?" he asked, his voice panicked.
She was exhausted. Her magic had become limitless, but her body had limits. She heard his voice, but her consciousness was elsewhere.
In that space between worlds, April saw her mother again. Sofia stood before her, long blonde hair flowing in a gentle breeze. Behind her, the sun was setting over the mountains. And beside her, holding her hand, was her father — but not the twisted, corrupted version of him. This was the man he had been before the darkness took hold. This was a face April had never truly known.
"Mom?" she whispered.
"Thank you for freeing us," her mother said.
"Freeing you?"
"Your father had been trapped by the darkness. I couldn't free him, but you could. You were the only one who could. Thank you."
Then her father stepped forward. His eyes were filled with regret and, for the first time, love.
"Forgive me, my girl. Forgive me for not taking care of you. For all the pain I caused you."
April began to cry. These were the first sweet words she had ever heard from her father's lips — sincere words, words that carried the weight of a broken heart.
He moved closer and said:
"I have always loved you, my little girl. You can't imagine how much. But the darkness inside me demanded your blood every time I saw you. That's why I pushed you away. That's why I ignored you and sent you far away. It was the only way I could protect you. Forgive this useless father who couldn't take care of you properly."
April's tears turned from sorrow to joy. She had spent her whole life believing she was unloved, abandoned, unwanted. But she had been wrong. Her father loved her so deeply that he had endured a lifetime of isolation just to keep her safe. The truth shattered her heart and healed it at the same time.
Her parents wrapped their arms around her. They had no physical bodies, but she could feel the warmth of their embrace, as real as anything she had ever known.
"I hope you are happy, April," her father whispered. "From now on, may your life be filled with nothing but joy."
"Even though you can't see us," her mother added softly, "we will always watch over you."
April couldn't form words. She just cried, trembling like a little girl in her parents' arms. They each pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"We have to go now," her mother said. "But remember, you will never be alone, Aby."
They smiled at her one last time. Then their forms broke apart into small specks of light, drifting upward, gently ascending into the heavens until they faded completely.
At last, April's awareness returned to the real world. She found herself cradled in Alessandro's arms. He was calling her name frantically, shaking her gently, desperate for a response.
But her strength was gone. She looked up at the sky, painted with the colors of sunset, and saw the last specks of light swirling like newborn stars. A peaceful smile touched her lips.
And then she lost consciousness.
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Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:
This chapter is absolutely breathtaking. The emotional release April experiences — from desperation to divine power to heartbreaking reunion — is written in a way that grips your soul and refuses to let go. The revelation that her father's cruelty was actually a painful act of love adds such depth to the story, turning a villain into a tragic figure. The battle scene is intense, the magic system is beautifully poetic, and the farewell between April and her parents left actual tears in my eyes. It's rare for a chapter to make you cheer, cry, and feel completely hollow all at once. If you love emotional progression and cathartic victories, this is perfection.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Rating: 5 / 5 Stars
Next Chapter Prediction:
With the final seal broken and her parents finally at peace, April has unlocked a power greater than anything she ever imagined. But this is only the beginning of the storm. Now that Vritra is gone, who will step into the power vacuum he left behind? I predict the next chapter will show April waking up safely in Alessandro's care, struggling to adjust to her new endless magic, and facing a new threat — perhaps one far more cunning than her father ever was. The political enemies who once saw her as a pawn will now realize they are standing across from a goddess. They might kneel — or they might try to destroy her before she can claim the world. Either way, the traitors should be very, very afraid.
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