When My Daughter Was Critically Ill, They Were in Love

Hearing that, Cody's face darkened. “Riley, stop with the attitude. Yara really did twist her ankle, and since she came back, she’s had no one to help her. She’s been lonely enough. If you’re not going to comfort her, fine, but why act like this?”

“And I was only with her for a few days. Is that really worth hanging up on me?”

I laughed bitterly to myself. To Cody, I was just the jealous wife. Maybe he wasn’t wrong. There had been plenty of times when I fought with him over how little he cared for me and our daughter.

But now, with my daughter gone, I didn’t have the energy for their drama.

“I don’t care what you do,” I said quietly. “There’s no need to explain anything to me.”

I turned and walked straight to my daughter’s room, starting to pack up her things.

Cody frowned, clearly confused. In his world, seeing him with Yara should’ve made me furious, but my indifference seemed to unsettle him.

He started to follow me, but Yara tugged at his sleeve, holding him back.

It wasn’t until I passed by them with my suitcase that Cody seemed to realize something was really off.

He thought I was mad about him not taking our daughter to the hospital.

His voice softened, “You’re upset because I didn’t take her to the hospital, right? But you did, and that’s what matters. She’s fine now, isn’t she? Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”

He sounded like he was trying to make peace, but there was still that hint of blame like I was overreacting.

I stared at him coldly. “You should stay with her. Let’s just get a divorce.”

At the word “divorce,” Cody finally panicked. He rushed over and grabbed my hand.

“Riley, don’t be like this. I’ll call the best doctor right now. We’ll get our daughter the treatment she needs.”

He dialed a number, “Hello, Dr. Clark, My daughter’s sick, and I need you to see her right away. Hold on, let me check which hospital she’s at.”

Cody glanced at me, waiting for a response, but I stayed silent, dragging my suitcase toward the door.

Sensing I wasn’t stopping, he quickly said into the phone, “Dr. Clark, my daughter was taken to the hospital by someone else. Can you check which one for me? Her name’s Alice Luke. I’ll make it up to you later. Thanks, talk soon.”

After hanging up, Cody stepped in front of the door, trying to act reassuringly.

“See? Now you can’t be mad anymore. Once Alice is out of the hospital, we’ll all be together again as a family. This was just a misunderstanding. Yara just got back, she’s not familiar with the area. I couldn’t leave her alone. But from now on, I’ll be with Alice every day, okay?”

He looked at me like he expected everything to magically be fine, like he could fix it all with empty promises.

I stared at him, feeling nothing but disgust. His fake, apologetic smile only made me angrier.

“No, Cody. You’ve run out of chances.”

He frowned, clearly confused. “What do you mean, run out of chances? Once Alice is better, everything will go back to normal.”

In the past, his groveling and apologies might’ve worked.

But not anymore. I didn’t care about him or his excuses. Not after everything that had happened.

My daughter’s ashes hadn’t even been laid to rest, and I wasn’t going to waste my time playing his games.

“Move,” I said, my voice cold and sharp.

Cody’s patience snapped. He pointed at me, his voice rising in anger.

“Fine, Riley! Walk out that door and don’t come back!”

“Gladly.”

I didn’t even look at him as I walked out, slamming the door behind me.