LOVE BURIED WITH MY SON

I pursed my lips when I heard Karen’s voice. It was for Jeremy’s sake so I’m willing to swallow my pride as David’s wife. Asking another woman to let me talk to my husband was humiliating but I thought it didn’t matter as long as Jeremy’s life was out of danger.

“Karen… I need to talk to David. Can you give him the phone? It will be quick,” I said, holding back my anger.

“Oh? Is it important? Maybe you can tell me about it then I’ll let David know,” Karen replied, following a mocking laugh from the other line.

“This is important, Karen. Just give the phone to David. I really need to talk to him,” I begged, biting my lip harder until it bled.

“Then tell me. What is it? Do you need money for shopping or what? David, your wife is calling!” Karen yelled then laughed.

“I don’t have time to talk to her. Just hang up and come back here,” I heard David reply.

“No, don’t! I need you here, David! Jeremy is in a critical—” I didn’t finish what I needed to say when the call hung up. With a heavy heart, I tried calling again but I can no longer connect.

“He must have blocked my number,” I sobbed. “Damn it, David!”

I was wiping my tears while headed to the ICU where they brought Jeremy when a nurse came to me with a worried look on her face.

“Mrs. Brown? The doctors are looking for you. They need to talk to you about something important,” she informed.

Nodding my head, I followed the nurse as she guided me to the doctors who were discussing my son’s condition.

“Mrs. Brown, you’re here. We’re going to be frank with you. Unfortunately, the patient is in a critical condition. We couldn’t start doing anything without permission from his doctor, Dr. Morris. He knows about the patient’s condition best and would be able to provide proper treatment for him right now. We’re afraid we might put the patient’s life in danger if we try something without Dr. Morris,” one of the doctors there, explained.

“Then what are you waiting for? Call Dr. Morris to help my son!” I replied, failing to hide my frustration. If it were David and not me, they would do it as fast as they could.

“Well… about that. Mr. Brown called for Dr. Morris just a few minutes ago. He just left the hospital before you came here,” the nurse muttered.

“Ah, it’s him again!” I screamed inside my head. Taking a deep breath, I asked the doctors to do what they could for the moment while I tried to get Dr. Morris back to the hospital.

I was pacing back and forth while dialing David’s number. I already called him dozens of times but it wasn’t ringing at all.

“Right! I should try calling Lewis,” I mumbled to myself as I dialed David’s secretary’s phone number. My eyes lit up when my call was answered after a ring.

“Lewis! Oh god, thanks! I need your help,” I cried, hoping he wouldn’t hang up on me.

“Mrs. Brown. I-Is there something I can help you with?” Lewis asked quietly. He knew about my husband’s treatment toward me but he was never rude to me before which I was thankful for.

“Jeremy’s in the ICU and I need Dr. Morris to operate on him. But David called Dr. Morris before he could check on my son. Can you please tell me where David is? I need to bring Dr. Morris back to the hospital before it’s too late,” I explained in between sobs.

“Please, Lewis. I will take all the blame from David, just tell me where he is right now,” I continued when Lewis said nothing.

“I-I understand, Mrs. Brown. I will send you the address now,” Lewis said after a minute of silence.

“Thank you so much, Lewis! Thank you,” I exclaimed while wiping my tears before hanging up.

Not long after, I received a message from Lewis containing David’s location. I was no longer surprised when I saw the address. So, he was staying in our vacation house together with Karen. Why would he call for Dr. Morris though?

I rushed outside and took a cab to bring me to the address. I was praying on my way there while clutching my phone in case I received any update from the hospital. It took me almost an hour to get to the address. I was only hoping that nothing bad had happened to Jeremy yet.

“Please wait here. I will be back soon. Don’t worry about the money, I will pay you later,” I told the driver before jumping off the car.

I ran to the gate and stormed inside the house.

“David!” I called as soon as I stepped inside. “Where are you, David?”

I halted when I found my son-of-the-devil husband in the living room, caring for another woman.

“Dr. Morris, you’re here,” I muttered and rushed toward the doctor who was treating Karen’s bruises and wounds on her knee.

“You must be careful not to wet this area for now. It will be bad if your wounds get infected,” Dr. Morris explained after putting medicine on Karen’s knee. “And make sure to carefully use the stairs. You’re lucky since it's just your knee and not your head that got injured from falling.”

It turned out David called for Dr. Morris to check on Karen after she fell on the stairs. It wasn’t as serious as Jeremy’s condition so I wasted no time and asked Dr. Morris to come back to the hospital with me.

“Cynthia! What do you think you’re doing? I called Dr. Morris here!” David yelled as he glared at me. “How did you even find this place? You’re not supposed to be here. Were you stalking me? Unbelievable!” he continued, throwing harsh words at me in front of his other woman.