“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.