Then, with a cold glare, he added, “Hillerin isn’t wrong, Stacia. If you hadn’t been messing around with other men while you were pregnant, how could Daryl be so fragile? This is your fault.”
Even knowing how heartless this man could be, his words still pierced me like a blade.
Back when I was seven months pregnant with Daryl, the company Cormac and I built together was facing its biggest crisis—our cash flow had completely collapsed overnight.
If we didn’t find a solution, bankruptcy was inevitable.
Cormac had been ready to give up. But it was I, heavily pregnant, who went door to door begging for investors.
I succeeded. I saved the company.
But because of the overwork and stress, my baby was born prematurely.
Daryl was fragile because of what I sacrificed for the damn company.
And now, they dared twist my effort into something so filthy, so disgusting?!
Cormac had never cared about my suffering—not even a little!
“Just look at yourself right now,” he said coldly. “You’re acting like a madwoman.”
Behind him, Hillerin screamed even louder, clutching her face.
“Cormac! Hit her! I want her to regret ever laying a hand on me!”
Just as I was ready to throw everything away and fight Hillerin to the bitter end, my assistant came rushing out, carrying my son in a panic.
“Ma’am, Daryl can’t breathe!”
We rushed him to the hospital just in time. Thankfully, his condition stabilized soon after.
When Cormac tried to come see him, I shoved him out of the room.
“Stacia,” he said, “stop making a scene. He’s my son, too.”
The bodyguards around us stayed in place, blocking him.
“My son doesn’t need a cheating father,” I shot back.
Seeing that he still wanted to argue, I cut him off with a single question.
“You don’t actually think I’m going to just let her off, do you?”
His face darkened instantly. Without another word, he turned and walked away.
All that fatherly act—still no match for the mistress waiting outside.
I returned to my son’s hospital bed and gently tucked the blanket around him.
He was such a sensible child. Even now, he had never once asked about his worthless father and never questioned me about what was happening between us.
“Mommy,” he said softly, his big eyes fixed on me, “if you and Daddy divorce, I’ll stay with you.”
Suddenly, my heart melted into a puddle.
“Alright,” I whispered, brushing his hair back, “then Mommy will give Daddy one last chance.”