He Chose His Mistress Over Our Son's Fever

Synopsis

Aiden's fever wouldn't go down, so I took the only available car and drove to the hospital, causing Rafael to miss his ten-year anniversary with Holland. In a fit of anger, he locked Aiden and me in the walk-in freezer at home. "You made me miss my anniversary with Holland. She was hurt, and now you'll pay twice over for it!" I cradled my son, crying uncontrollably, pleading with him over and over to let us out. He watched us with cold detachment, indifferent as he walked away. In the freezer, we endured the biting cold, our bodies turning numb, while he partied every night with his beloved. When I opened my eyes again, it was the day Aiden's fever returned. I put down the car keys and changed our flight plans. He had no clue—I had been preparing to leave for some time now. --- I set down the keys and held my feverish child as we stepped out of the villa. Behind me, Rafael's voice called out. "I have something important today. Keep your kid in check and don't bother me." I tightened my hold on Aiden and swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat, replying softly, "Don't worry, soon neither of us will be bothering you ever again." Rafael seemed satisfied with my answer, his previously furrowed brow relaxing. Knowing he was in a better mood, I saw no reason to provoke him. I headed toward the door. "Wait, Holland just mentioned she loved the honey spice cake you made. Can you make some more for her?" Aiden whimpered in my arms, his eyes shut in discomfort, but Rafael, oblivious, spoke to me in an authoritative tone. I knew he wouldn’t let us leave unless I