Go Away! My Cruel Husband

Shantelle’s POV

“Mommy, is Daddy coming?” I heard my son ask and when I looked down at his face, his eyes were wet with tears. My fists tightened next to me and I promised him that his father wouldn’t miss it for the world. Cheering Enzo up took a few seconds and soon, I was flagging down speeding taxis who refused to lift my son and me.

After spending almost an hour on the highway with no help in sight and my son’s exams starting in almost thirty minutes, I carried Enzo high up in my arms and began running on the highway, heading towards the road that led to the Exam center. Sweat plastered my hair to my forehead, and my lungs burned, but I couldn’t just stop. We had to make it on time.

Enzo had practiced really hard for this and it would wound me if he didn’t get to take his exams because of his father.

But unfortunately, the gates to the Exam center slammed shut just as we reached it and no matter how much I begged, the security refused to open the gates.

Dejected, I slumped against the wall, feeling sadness and rage creep up into my heart. This was all his fault. That damned husband of mine!

“Mommy, I don’t feel so good,” Enzo whispered next to me and I jerked up in worry, cupping his small face. I almost flinched because he was running very hot. “Are they going to let me in? Where is Daddy? Why did he leave us?”

“I promise–” I started to say, but his next words made my blood turn to ice.

“Mommy…hurts…” he gasped, clutching his chest.

Panic clawed at me. I helped him to the side of the school gate, my heart hammering against my ribs. With trembling hands, I called 911 in a voice ragged with fear.

“We are at the Oxlade Exam board!” I told the dispatcher, my eyes fixed on Enzo as his breathing turned shallow. “Please hurry!”

Then, the phone slipped from my grasp, clattering to the pavement as I hugged him close, loosening the buttons of his shirt so he would be able to breathe better. Enzo had an underlying medical condition that caused him to have tons of faint spells because of his weak heart. So I’ve always tried my hardest to keep him away from high-stress situations until when he finally gets a matching donor for his heart.

“Stay with me, baby.” I tapped his cheek gently, trying to keep him awake.

“Hurts…” he trailed off as a fat tear rolled down his eyes.

Relief washed over me as strong arms suddenly scooped Enzo up, rushing towards the waiting ambulance. Everything would be okay. My husband owned Sunset Valley, the biggest and best hospital in the city. To make things better, it’s the closest to this exam board. Enzo would get the best doctors and the best care.

They placed him on a gurney, and attached an oxygen mark to his small face as they began talking in codes I couldn’t decipher. All I knew was that I had to sit next to my baby in this ambulance and after a few arguments, they let me.

From there, the rest of the drive to the hospital was a blur and I clutched my baby’s hand as they applied first aid treatment to him, but he wasn’t responding and at this moment, he had lost consciousness. I was trying not to panic, ignoring the tears burning my eyes as they pulled into the huge driveway and began wheeling my baby into the hospital.

Immediately, he was wheeled into the I.C.U. where I wasn’t allowed entry, and less than a few minutes later, the doctors rushed out and broke a news to me that sent my knees hitting the ground. My baby underwent such a huge stress that sent him straight into cardiac arrest. My little baby was having a heart attack!

Life didn’t make sense. I couldn’t breathe. I clutched the doctor's lapels, hyperventilating and struggling to remain conscious as the doctors informed me that he had to be taken into the O.R. immediately or he may die.

That spurred me into action and I borrowed someone’s phone, immediately typing in my husband’s number, hoping he would make the best arrangements.

But when the call went through, the voice that answered turned my stomach into rocks. “Hi, it’s Julia speaking. Jaxon is currently indisposed.”