He Killed Our Son for the Affair I Never Had

Freya’s POV

Rodney heard my words. But instead of calming down, his fury only intensified. With a sudden and violent shove, he pushed hard against the roller coaster car.

Farrah had already lost consciousness completely. Her small body began sliding toward the edge.

Beneath her was nothing but a thousand-meter drop. One fall, and there would be nothing left of her.

A madness took hold of me. I struggled like someone possessed, desperate to pull her back—but the hands restraining me refused to loosen.

Rodney merely stood there, watching my frantic struggle with cold detachment, as though he were watching some circus performance.

At that moment, I understood—he had never once truly cared about me or our daughter.

“I’ve already done the paternity test, Freya,” he said, his voice cruel and unyielding. “Your words mean nothing now.”

He announced that false result with merciless finality.

I couldn’t understand why the paternity test—false as it was—had turned his attitude so vicious. But I was certain, beyond all doubt, that my daughter was his flesh and blood.

Before I could speak, his phone rang again. It was his assistant.

A flash of urgency crossed Rodney’s face. He answered quickly, and because he stood so close, I could hear every word.

“Sir, we’ve located Ms. Driscoll. She was being held in an abandoned factory. Luckily, we got there in time. If we didn't, I’m afraid her child wouldn’t have made it. She’s been sent to the hospital now.”

The moment he heard the child was safe, the tension in Rodney’s face eased.

But when his gaze swung back to me, it turned cold again—cold and full of rage.

“I never imagined you could be so vicious, Freya. You’ll pay for this.”

“No! It wasn’t me! You can investigate if you want! It wasn’t me!”

Panic surged through me. I clutched at the leg of his trousers, desperate for him to believe me.

But he kicked me away without hesitation. And then, before my horrified eyes, he struck the final blow to my daughter, who was barely clinging to the car.

“No!”

I watched her slip away, falling from the roller coaster.

With the last of my strength, I broke free from the grip holding me and hurled myself forward, ready to follow her—ready to leave this world with her.

But a hand shot out from behind me, seizing me in a crushing grip.

I turned my head to see Rodney, the veins in his arm bulging as he dragged me back. Remembering how mercilessly he’d just treated our daughter, I bit down hard on his arm.

But he didn’t let go. Even through the pain, he pulled me all the way back into his arms.

He held me tightly, his tears falling hot against my neck.

“It’s fine,” he whispered harshly. “That little brat is dead, and that’s how it should be. Only with her gone can we start over. This… This is the price you had to pay.”

I thrashed and fought with everything I had, but his strength was overwhelming.

As darkness closed in on me, my unwilling eyes searched the ground below—desperately, hopelessly—trying to catch even the faintest glimpse of my daughter.