My Husband Chooses to Save His Lover's Daughter Instead

Chapter 2

Hearing the man's blunt response, Miguel straightened up in his seat. He took a deep breath, clearly gathering his thoughts before speaking again.

"You don't get it," Miguel said, his voice tightening with frustration. "At first, I thought about sticking it out. She's put so much money into the hospital where I work, but you can't force feelings, man. You've been divorced, right? You should understand."

He stared at the steering wheel, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah, she's loaded, but money isn't everything. It can't buy love."

His voice grew more bitter. "I'm just so sick of her treating me like her personal servant. It's like I'm not even her husband anymore, I'm just a damn dog she keeps around!"

I froze, my foot hovering over the gas pedal.

But Miguel wasn't done. His voice turned sharper, full of pent-up anger. "Do you know what that feels like? I'm a man! A real man!"

I could feel the tension in the air as his words hit me, sharp and heavy.

"Then I met someone else," he continued, his tone softening slightly as he spoke of her. "She made me feel alive again. She's got a sick kid, same as mine. But she doesn't have the money…"

"And Sherry?" Miguel went on, his voice colder now. "She's got more money than she'll ever need."

I didn't like where this was headed.

"So, I've been thinking…" He let the words hang in the air.

The man next to him quickly picked up on it. "You want a divorce, and you're planning to use your wife's money to save your lover's kid?"

I blinked in disbelief.

Miguel paused for a beat, then nodded. "Exactly. Can you help me? I really think of you like a brother. Once I get the money, you'll get your share. No question."

"Leave it to me," the man said smoothly. "I'll get you hooked up with the lawyer who handled my divorce. Just tell him I sent you. For now, I'll head back, and we'll stay in touch."

The sound of the car door slamming shut echoed, leaving me in a suffocating silence.

I couldn't wrap my head around what I'd just heard. Miguel wasn't just betraying me, he was planning his whole future around someone else, using my money to fix someone else's kid.

Miguel drove straight to the hospital, parking the sports car with a practiced ease. A young girl in a hospital gown casually climbed into the passenger seat, her voice soft and flirtatious. "Dr. Richardson, this car's not as comfy as the old one," she teased, her tone setting off alarm bells in my mind.

Was he sleeping with a patient? And if she was in pediatrics... wasn't she underage?

I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white.

Miguel reached over to ruffle her hair affectionately, his voice low and syrupy sweet. "Chloe, be good. I won't drive this car anymore, okay? I'll drive whatever you want."

Before I could fully process what I was hearing, the passenger door swung open. A new voice, smooth and saccharine, chimed in. "Chloe, are you causing trouble for your godfather again? Did you take your meds on time? You've got surgery coming up, so no slacking off."

Miguel immediately straightened up, adjusting his hair in some bizarre attempt to appear casual. "No trouble at all. Chloe's been great. Just brought her out to get some fresh air before the surgery."

The woman slid into the passenger seat with a bright, practiced smile. "Let's go, Tricia. The restaurant's ready," Miguel said, his voice smooth as butter.

The young girl shifted to the side, making room for the two of them. Tricia slid into the seat, her golden curls catching the light.

It was her.

I recognized Tricia. I'd met her once before at the hospital. Miguel had mentioned that her daughter was battling the same illness as ours and was on the waiting list for a kidney donor. I'd even felt a bit of sympathy for her, as we were both mothers facing the same nightmare. I'd promised her that if a donor kidney became available, I'd cover the cost of her daughter's surgery.

But now?

After everything Miguel had said, I realized something was wrong. A donor had already been found. So why hadn't Miguel told me? Why wasn't he using that connection to save our daughter?

The reason I invested in the hospital, the reason I worked my ass off to get Miguel that director position, was so that our daughter would be first in line for treatment.

But now?

Now it was clear. He didn't give a damn about our daughter.