My Husband Killed Our Daughter For His Secretary

Nick pushed me aside and headed into the hospital.

I gritted my teeth and followed behind him, pleading incessantly.

Kate, noticing my persistent presence, frowned in disapproval.

"Natalie, my foot is twisted, and Nick is worried about me. Can you please stop causing trouble for him?

"Whenever Meryl was sick before, Nick never hesitated to attend his meetings. If she's unwell, go see a doctor, why come to Nick?"

Kate was cunning, immediately painting me as the villain, fueling Nick's suspicions further.

Sure enough, Nick's expression darkened, his eyes filled with disdain towards me.

A few days prior, Meryl had been running a fever and crying for her father.

So, I called Nick.

By the time he arrived, Meryl's fever had subsided.

His response was harsh.

"I'm swamped with work every day. Can't you handle the child properly? What's the point of having you around if you can't even take care of her? She's fine now, why bother me!"

Subsequent calls were met with accusations of stirring up trouble needlessly. Nick began to have arguments with me daily.

Little did he know, Meryl had been showing signs of illness since then.

"Nick, Meryl's frequent fevers might be a sign. She's in the ICU now. If you don't believe me, come up with me and see for yourself if I'm lying or not.

"This is a critical condition notice! Look! Meryl is running out of time. Please, I beg you, come with me!"

I tearfully showed him the notice, hoping he would trust me.

But Nick didn't even glance at it, his eyes fixed on Kate.

Seeing me blocking his path, he grew even more infuriated.

Kate snatched the paper from my hand, glanced at it casually, then tossed it on the ground.

"Natalie, this paper is obviously fake. I have a doctor friend, and I know what an actual critical condition notice looks like. You're trying to deceive Nick without even a stamp.

"I feel sorry for Meryl. With a mother like you, using her as a pawn for attention every day. Nick and I are just friends; why can't you believe that?

"Could it be that the previous fevers Meryl had were deliberately orchestrated by you to make her catch a cold and force Nick home?"

Her disdainful gaze made it seem like every word she spoke was the absolute truth.

"Nick, let's go now. We can explain later to Natalie. My foot really hurts."

Kate's urgency prompted Nick to push me aside once more, ready to leave.

The anger within me erupted.

"Kate, who do you think you are? How dare you say such things!"

Ignoring Nick's impatient look, I moved forward, intending to push Kate away.

But she clung tightly to Nick, crying out in pain.

"Nick, Natalie bumped into my foot..."

Nick's expression grew gloomier as he raised his foot and shoved me aside.

"Enough, Natalie! Stop embarrassing yourself here. Kate's foot injury could worsen if we delay any longer."

"I've told you countless times, we're just friends. She got hurt, so I took her to the hospital. Why do you always have to make a scene?

"Can you try a different lie? Meryl is fine. How could she be sick? You even brought a fake notice to deceive me. I don't have time to argue with you here. Move aside! Kate's in pain!"

As I clutched my stomach, the area where he kicked me throbbed painfully. I struggled to stand, realizing the extent of force he had used.

He was truly capable of anything for Kate.