My Husband Killed Our Daughter For His Secretary

I stood at the ICU door, holding the critical condition notice, feeling lost and confused.

I couldn't understand how my usually healthy daughter ended up with acute leukemia.

"Natalie, quickly call Nick and have him come over for the blood transfusion. The hospital is running out of the rare blood type she needs for transfusion.

"Meryl is in grave danger now. If we wait any longer for a blood donor, it might be too late."

After my friend Julia Roberts relayed the message, she rushed into the hospital room again.

Once I regained my composure, my hands trembling, I took out my phone but kept dialing the wrong numbers in a panic.

Finally getting through, before I could speak, a soft, sweet voice answered on the other end.

"Nick, I found a clue. I'm scared, will you come stay with me?"

Nick's reassuring voice followed immediately. "Sure, honey, I will be there shortly."

Despite the bitterness in my heart, now wasn't the time to argue with him.

"Nick, hurry over. Meryl fell down the stairs, diagnosed with acute leukemia, and needs a blood transfusion. The hospital's blood bank is running low!"

"Enough already. You saw Kate's status update and got jealous. I'll come back once it's over. Don't make a scene."

Nick impatiently cut off the call before I could finish.

I cried and called him again.

"Nick, I'm pleading with you. She's your daughter, for God's sake!"

"Natalie, stop calling. Your excuses are too feeble. Oh, Nick, I found a clue!"

"Kate, you're amazing!"

The call was disconnected again.

I kept calling but was reminded by the prompt during the call.

He had blocked me.

As I clutched the critical condition notice in my hand, tears streamed down my face.

I stared at the ICU door, a wave of despair washing over me.

I thought, "Meryl, wait for me."

Gritting my teeth, I stood up and rechecked Kate's status.

The two of them stood intimately together in the background of a murder mystery dinner theater.

The caption read: [Nick was afraid I'd be bored, so he brought me out to play.]

Ignoring Nick's indulgent expression, I searched for the address of that theater and headed there.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the hospital's entrance, I saw Nick getting out of the car, holding Kate in his arms.

He looked anxious, running while trying to comfort the weeping woman in his embrace.

I hurried over and grabbed him.

"Nick, you're here. Come with me quickly, or we won't make it in time."

Nick glanced at me with annoyance, coldly saying, "Back off, I don't have time for your melodrama."

With his eyes full of urgency, he was convinced that I was lying to make him abandon Kate.

I didn't care about why he was holding Kate. All I wanted was to take him to donate blood.

"Nick, Meryl truly has leukemia. She's in critical condition. Please! Just come with me."

Kate suddenly cried out in pain.

"Nick, my foot hurts so much, it really hurts."

Nick immediately worriedly soothed her, then impatiently snapped at me. "Move aside! Kate twisted her foot. Can you stop being jealous and making a scene here, using Meryl as an excuse? Didn't she just have a check-up? What kind of mother are you, cursing your own daughter?"