My son had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius, and my husband didn't care or ask about it; he was busy accompanying the poor female college student he was sponsoring to get her vaccinated. He said that the girl was pitiful and that she couldn't live without him. That very night, because of his negligence, our child fell from the building and died. I resolutely filed for divorce, but the female college student decisively abandoned him and ran away.
"Nolan, Wesley has a fever! Come home quickly!"
It was two in the morning when I called my husband, Nolan Howard.
Our son, Wesley Howard, had suddenly developed a high fever. Although I had already called for an ambulance, the emergency center informed me that all their vehicles were out on calls, and they needed to dispatch one anew for us.
I couldn't afford to wait, so I reached out to Nolan. After all, his office was only ten minutes away from home.
But instead of his voice, a soft female voice answered the phone.
"Ivy, I'm really sorry. Nolan went to get medicine for me. As soon as he's back, I'll have him return immediately."
I was stunned.
It was his assistant, Jennifer Ford's voice!
How could they be together? Before leaving, Nolan had clearly told me he was going back to the office to handle an urgent matter.
So, was Jennifer the so-called urgent matter?
Realizing his deceit, I felt both angry and ridiculous.
But I knew this wasn't the time to dwell on it; nothing was more important than Wesley!
"I don't care what Nolan is doing. Tell him to come back right now!"
The next moment, Nolan's reproachful voice came through the receiver.
"Jennifer drank too much while negotiating a deal tonight and ended up with alcohol poisoning. I didn't tell you the truth because I didn't want you to overthink. I can't believe you'd use our son's fever as a desperate excuse to test my whereabouts, Ivy. Can you stop being so paranoid, doubting everything all the time?"
Nolan's baseless accusations left me feeling both wronged and furious.
But now wasn't the time to argue with him.
I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.
"Nolan, whether you believe it or not, Wesley really has a fever. The ambulance won't arrive for another hour. You... "
"Enough, stop nagging. I'll come back once Jennifer's condition stabilizes."
He didn't listen to my explanation, cut me off, and hung up the phone.
When I tried calling back, his phone was already turned off.
I couldn't describe how I felt at that moment.
Sadness, anger, disappointment... a mix of emotions overwhelmed me.
I even wanted to scream out loud to release all the emotions inside me.
But I couldn't, because I still needed to take care of Wesley.
With Nolan being unreliable, I had no choice but to call my best friend Eva.
Eva lived twenty minutes away, but upon hearing my situation, she recklessly ran three red lights and arrived in ten minutes, then drove us to the hospital.
"Nolan is such a jerk. When I see him, I'll really give him a piece of my mind. How dare he not stay at home to take care of you in the middle of the night? Does he think he's Bruce Wayne?"
I didn't tell her the truth. Even facing my long-time best friend, I was too ashamed to speak of such a humiliating matter.
I was also afraid that once I started talking, I wouldn't be able to hold back my tears.
Wesley had a fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit, yet his father I relied on was busy taking care of his female assistant. How ironic was that?
And little did I know, more unbearable things were yet to come.
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