“You had no right to make that decision for me,” I shouted, tears streaming down my face.
“I had every right,” he snapped, his composure finally breaking. “I protected our reputation, and I protected our son from knowing what you had done.”
“I hate you,” I whispered, collapsing onto the floor as the weight of everything crushed me.
“Now you understand how I have felt every day since that moment,” he replied coldly.
Before I could respond, the phone rang sharply, cutting through the tension like a blade.
Daniel answered quickly, and I watched his expression shift from anger to shock in seconds.
“What happened? Where?” he asked urgently. “We are on our way.”
He hung up and looked at me with empty eyes.
“That was the police,” he said. “Our son Tyler has been in a car accident.”
The drive to the hospital was filled with silence so heavy it felt suffocating, and I could barely breathe as I prayed under my breath for Tyler to survive.
When we arrived, his wife Megan was standing outside the trauma center holding their young son Caleb, her face pale and streaked with tears.