For His Illegitimate Son, He Destroyed My Life and Our Child’sChapter 1

On the day of my son's second birthday party, the hall was filled with guests clinking glasses and chatting. I was busy greeting the guests when I turned my head and saw him clutching an empty nut jar in his little hand. His chubby little face turned purplish-red, his breathing became rapid, and then his body went limp and he collapsed.

It's a cashew.

From birth, doctors repeatedly warned him about allergens that could be fatal even if he came into contact with just a little bit.

My mind went blank, my blood rushed to my head, and a scream got stuck in my throat. I rushed towards the other side like a madman, but a faster figure beat me to it.

Liam, my husband, practically lunged forward, scooping up our son in his arms. He didn't care about anything else; his expensive suit was smeared with cake frosting, his leather shoes crushed balloons on the floor, and all he could manage was a heart-wrenching scream: "Call an ambulance! Hurry!"

The red light in the emergency room was so bright it hurt your eyes.