Go Away! My Cruel Husband

Shantelle’s POV

The sound of Julia’s voice, light and carefree felt like a hot slap on my face. Fury swept through me, threatening to overshadow my real concern. But I shoved it down. Anger wouldn’t save Enzo.

“Give me Jaxon!” I screamed at the phone. “Tell Jaxon to pick up his damned phone. This is an emergency.”

But only a cold laugh echoed through the receiver. “Honey,” Julia’s voice dripped with condescension. “Jaxon is in a very important meeting with me, helping me settle into my hotel. Can’t you see Jaxon is busy? Don’t you ever give the man some space? Clingy ass wives.”

Space? My son was on the verge of death and Jaxon was having some funny meeting with his so-called childhood sweetheart. “This isn't a social call Julia. Tell him our son, Enzo is–”

A deep voice cut in suddenly. Jaxon! But his next words made me shiver. “Julia, hang up the call please.”

The sound of a click made my heart fall to the bottom of my stomach. Julia had hung up…on my husband’s instructions. My hands trembled as I stared at the phone, a single tear tracing a hot path down my cheek. I dialed his number again, pleading to God… But the dial tone just continued until a robotic voice informed me that the number was unavailable. He blocked me. My own husband.

God, I couldn’t breathe. This was too much!

“Mrs. Robinson?” It was one of the attending doctors that snapped me out of my panic. When I glanced at him, his face was very grim. “Your son’s condition is critical. The stress triggered a cardiac arrest as we’d informed you earlier. We need to operate immediately, but–” he hesitated and his eyes filled with sympathy.

“But what?” my voice cracked.

“The surgeon most familiar with Enzo’s medical history, Dr. Marcel isn’t available.”

I remember that name! Dr. Marcel was the specialist who had been monitoring Enzo’s heart condition since he was a toddler!

“Then find him!” I yelled, pulling at my hair and then clutching the doctor’s lapels. “Find Dr. Marcel and let him save my baby! Please!”

“I am sorry, Ma’am,” The doctor slowly uncurled my fingers from his white coat. “He had received a message from Mr. Robinson earlier and left the hospital.”

The room started to spin. How could Jaxon have done this? I wanted to scream and the sound was clawing up my throat, but I pulled hard on my hair and forced myself to calm down even as the tears ran down my face. Enzo needed me. I had to be strong.

“Find Dr. Marcel!” I demanded again, my voice hoarse but laced with steel. “Tell him his patient, Enzo Robinson is in surgery. He needs to be here. Now!”

The doctor nodded and his expression slightly softened. “We’ll try our best, Mrs. Robsinson.”

With that, the doctor left and began barking instructions to the nurses. Dazed and trembling with the effort to remain in control, I began wandering down the hallway, dialing Jaxon’s number over and over again, but it kept saying unavailable, making my eyes water even harder.

Suddenly as I tripped over a syringe on the floor, a thought popped into my head, and with shaking hands, I gripped my phone and began scrolling through my contacts.

Finally! I found the number and I clicked the dial.

It was picked almost immediately by Jaxon’s secretary and relief washed over me. “Mrs. Robinson. It’s a surprise to hear from you! Is everything okay? The CEO is currently not in the office though.”

“I know,” my voice sounded choked. “Please tell me where he is. Please! Enzo needs him now!”

A sob tore out of my lips and the dam broke in that instant. I pressed my palm over my lips to hold back the ugly sound but they kept slipping out, tears running down my face, I was so scared. So terrified.

“You didn’t get this from me ma’am but the CEO loves going to the ECO CHIC hotel and I’m pretty sure he would be there with his mistress right now.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” I cried and immediately started running out of the hospital.

A few nurses and doctors who recognized me tried to stop me but I shoved them out of the way and burst into the first taxi I found. “ECO CHIC hotel please!” I didn’t care if I seemed like I was crazy.

The taxi driver, seeming to understand how dire my condition was, drove like his wheels were on fire and blindly, I rushed barefoot into the glamorous hotel.

Creating a scene, I was able to get a room key from the receptionist and when I burst into the hotel suite, the sight that filled my eyes shattered my heart into pieces.