It's my husband, Niall Luther's birthday. I take my son to the hospital to visit Niall since he's working late; I want to surprise him.

However, we get into an accident on the way there. When I rush to the hospital with my bloodied son in my arms, I see Niall holding his first love's daughter. He coos at her and says, "This might be a small wound, but there's a risk of infection if it isn't handled well!"

His first love, Chelsea Blanc, gives him a chiding look. "You treat Lulu so well that I'm getting jealous."

Niall wraps an arm around her. "It's only because I love you. You're the one I love the most."

I pull out my phone and call him. He keeps his arm around Lulu White and rejects my call. So, I text him, telling him our son is injured and has been taken to the hospital where he works. I tell him he needs to attend to our son.

However, he berates me for lying. I have no choice but to take my son elsewhere for treatment.

Before leaving, I see Niall kiss Chelsea tenderly and tell her he wants to take her to an amusement park.

That's when I know he and I are over.

I did not expect to get into a sudden car accident while taking my son to the hospital to celebrate my husband's birthday.

There was a hideous wound on my son's forehead from where glass shards had cut into it. His face was covered with blood.

I frantically called my husband for help.

"Stop calling me, or I'm filing for divorce!" my husband, Niall Luther, bellowed over the phone.

I let my hands fall limply at my sides as I told my son, "Daddy's really busy. Let's find another doctor to treat your wounds first."

My son nodded sensibly. "It's okay, Mommy. It doesn't hurt!"

Despite his words, the wound on his forehead was two inches long, and one could almost catch a glimpse of bone peeking from the gap.

How could it not hurt?

My eyes reddened involuntarily, but I looked up to catch sight of Niall standing inside one of the hospital rooms.

Was he not busy?

I could not resist stepping closer and just so happened to see him helping Chelsea Blanc's daughter—Lulu White—disinfect her wound with a cotton ball.

"Oh dear, how did you get hurt?" Niall was asking. "You know what they say, girls should avoid getting scars on their bodies. Does it hurt?"

Lulu replied innocently, "It doesn't hurt anymore now that Mr. Niall's here to see me."

Chelsea hugged him from behind, smiling. "Shayla called you just now to tell you that your son's gotten into an accident. Are you really not going to see them?"

Niall immediately frowned at the mention of my name. "Stop mentioning her! She's full of lies! Cyrus was just fine, so how could he have suddenly gotten into an accident?

"It's all just a ploy to get my attention!"

Chelsea's voice was filled with concern as she asked, "Still, wouldn't it be better to give them a call? What if something really did happen to them?"

At that, Niall impatiently picked up his phone and called someone from the same medical department as him.

Moments later, he nearly crushed his phone tightly as he spat, "I told you that woman was lying! There were no accident victims who arrived at the hospital today!

"Who do they think they are to celebrate my birthday with me?"

The smile on Chelsea's face widened. "Who are you thinking of spending your birthday with then?"

"You and Lulu, of course!" he replied without hesitation.

Listening to these words, I felt terrible.

After all, Niall and I were only together by accident in the first place. I still remember how cold his gaze was when he looked at me before we picked up our marriage certificate.

"I'm only marrying you because of the child," he had said. "But I don't want anybody else to know of our marriage! It's difficult for a married man to receive promotions in the workplace.

"You've already tied me down in marriage. I don't want you dragging down my career as well."

For the sake of our child, all I had been able to do was agree.

So, throughout all these years, he had always outwardly claimed to be single.

I was the only one who would silently care for our child.

Seeing the terrible wound on my son's forehead, I chose to ignore my heartache from Niall's words, calling him again and again.

I could live with Niall not loving me, but my son, Cyrus, was my bottom line. I brought him into this world, so I had to take responsibility for him.

"She's so desperate to reach you," said Chelsea. "Maybe something really did happen? You should probably answer the call!"

Her words had Niall picking up my call immediately.

"Spew any more lies about my son getting into an accident, I'm divorcing you immediately!" he warned right off the bat.

He knew how much I loved him. In the past, whenever we had differences in opinion, I would compromise unconditionally the instant he mentioned divorce.

I would not cave this time, though. This was our son we were talking about!

"I'm telling the truth," I told him. "I'm at your hospital with our son right now! All you have to do is come over and have a look. That'd tell you whether I'm lying or not. Would you dare to come?"

Cyrus looked at me in confusion, his head still covered in blood. "Is Daddy busy? When is he coming?"

I held the phone next to his mouth, whereupon he immediately called out, "I really miss you, Daddy. When are you coming to see me?"

Even when speaking to his son, Niall's voice did not soften in the slightest. Instead, it was filled with doubt.

"Your mother said that you got into a car accident," he stated. "Was it serious?"

"It really hurts, Daddy," Cyrus answered in response, his voice filled with childish naivety. "I've lost a lot of blood."

However, his words only served to anger Niall. "You made a four-year-old child tell lies? I've had enough of you, Shayla Jennings! How serious could it be if he could still speak to me over the phone?

"Even lies need to make sense, alright? You're trying to trick me into heading to the entrance and getting me home, right? In your dreams!"

The color drained from Cyrus' face when he heard that. He was a sensible child and did not want his father to worry about him, but here was his father, making the worst assumptions about him.

I snatched the phone from Cyrus and attempted to explain the situation, but my voice was stuck in my throat at the barrage of abuse from the other end.

"Shayla Jennings!" roared Niall. "I can overlook you using despicable means to marry me, but how could you teach a child to say such things?

"He will be as shameless as you when he grows up! Aren't you afraid that he'll grow up to hate you?

"A car accident? Hah! Even if you were to die, I wouldn't bother to collect your body!"

Chelsea's demure voice carried over the phone. "Don't blame the child. Children only make mistakes because the adults have failed to educate them well. Don't lose your temper at the child!"

"If only you were half as sensible as Chelsea, Shayla," Niall snapped coldly. "Maybe you would have been a qualified mother!"

With that, he hung up.

I stood where I was, completely silent. I saw how gently Niall treated Lulu after hanging up the call.

"I didn't frighten you just now, did I?" he asked her softly. "Good girl! You're so brave. I'll take you to ride a carousel and see some fireworks later!"

The hospital room seemed to radiate with warmth and coziness, but my son and I felt like our hearts were colder than a winter day.

Cyrus had lost too much blood and was barely standing. I could not afford to waste any more time on a scumbag.

Today might have ended in my loss, Chelsea, but the days ahead were long. By then, we would see who had the last laugh.

Just as I was about to leave the hospital with Cyrus, a sharp-eyed nurse caught sight of me.

"Where are you going, miss? Your child's forehead is bleeding! We need to take care of it quickly!"

Since he was willing to lead the way to a doctor, I wouldn't need to seek my son's treatment elsewhere.

The doctor whom the nurse led us to used alcohol to disinfect Cyrus' wound. Cyrus' face was pale from the pain, but he still pushed through the pain and did not shed a single tear.

"Daddy said that he likes brave children, so I can't cry!" he declared. "If he comes over later and sees me crying, he'll be unhappy."

My son was using Niall's words to motivate himself, but in the next hospital room over, the father, whom he assumed did not like fussy children, was doing his best to pacify a little girl.

The doctor looked speechlessly at me.

"What exactly happened?" he asked. "If such a large wound isn't stitched up quickly, it'll leave a scar."

"We got into an accident. Please take a look at my son! He'll be fine, right?" I asked anxiously.

"Where's the child's father?" asked the doctor instead of answering. "Why isn't he here instead of making his wife run around like this?

"Your son will have to be hospitalized for the night. How are you going to handle things alone?"

As he spoke, the doctor's hands worked continuously to stitch up and disinfect Cyrus' forehead.

"It's alright, Mommy," Cyrus reassured me. "I'm really strong, and it doesn't hurt at all!"

The tears that I had been holding back started flowing down my cheeks. "It's alright. I can handle this alone," I responded.

At that, the same doctor glanced up at me. "You'll have to keep watch over him for the entire night! As long as he doesn't break out into a fever, he'll be fine by tomorrow."

Cyrus took the medicine that the doctor prescribed and promptly fell asleep.

"Daddy, why don't you like me?"

I looked at Cyrus, who was calling out for Niall in his sleep and felt my heart clench violently.

Niall was not even worthy of being your father!

He had promised Cyrus that he would send him to kindergarten today and let Cyrus' classmates know that he also had a father.

Thanks to that, Cyrus had been too excited to sleep last night.

However, when morning came around, Niall had left the house without looking back the moment he received a call from Chelsea.

"It's raining outside, so it's inconvenient for Chelsea to send her child to school," he had explained. "I'll leave you to figure out arrangements for our son."

He had personally made a promise to his son, but he had forgotten about it in the blink of an eye.

No matter how much I pleaded and how disappointed Cyrus was, Niall had left without a backward glance.