After My Son Died, I Set My Husband Free1
My son, Matthew Wilson, died of a heart attack despite all efforts to save him. With his last breath, he longed to see his father.
I called his father, Daniel Wilson, crying and begging him to come to the hospital immediately.
Daniel's tone was impatient.
"Stop bothering me, I have something urgent tonight."
I watched as Matthew, eyes glued to the door, waited anxiously. Desperate, I called Daniel three more times.
He simply turned off his phone. At 2 AM, Matthew passed away with regret.
That night, I knelt beside Matthew's lifeless body, sleepless until dawn.
The next day, a news alert popped up on my phone.
"Wilson Group CEO splurges to throw a lavish birthday party for his first love, Isabella Davis."
My hands trembled as I texted Daniel.
[Was your urgent matter last night celebrating Isabella's birthday?]
As the staff handed Matthew's urn to me, my phone vibrated with a message from Daniel. His words were tender yet icy.
[I promised her I'd be there. I couldn't break my word.]
***
"Let's get a divorce."
Daniel was my dream man, leaving a significant mark on my youth.