After the Death of His Son, the Truth Revealed

The day my mother, Maria Davis, was buried, my son, Zachary Sinclair, had a high fever, so I had to ask my husband, Ethan Sinclair, to take him to the hospital first.

As they were halfway there, Ethan said he had an emergency, so he left Zachary at the intersection and sent a message for me to take Zachary to the hospital.

I was worried that Zachary wasn't safe outside, so I had to leave Maria's funeral and drive there in exhaustion.

Unexpectedly, something happened to Zachary.

A man drove straight into Zachary and ran over him because he was drunk.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, holding Zachary's mangled body in despair and devastation.

On the following day, Ethan's childhood sweetheart, Kayla Watson, posted pictures on Instagram to show off how close she and Ethan were.

Kayla: [You're always the first to be there whenever I need you every time! Thanks for staying with me on my birthday, my childhood sweetheart. It's so nice to have you!]

The accompanying picture was of Ethan gently looking down to help Kayla cut the cake.

I was so upset that I took a screenshot and asked Ethan: [Is this why you left Zachary behind?]

It wasn't until I finished selecting a grave for Zachary that Ethan finally realized and replied: [Zachary just had a fever. He still had you, right? But Kayla can't leave me!]

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[Ethan, we should get a divorce!]

I felt completely desperate and devastated and no longer had any expectations of Ethan. I sent the last message and blacklisted and deleted Ethan.

In the darkness and emptiness of my home, I clung to Zachary's picture helplessly and wept with regret.

Ethan was the man I loved for ten years.

Since he had started his business at college, I had been there for him through thick and thin and helped him take risks.

Everyone knew that I was deeply in love with Ethan and that I wanted to marry him and build a wonderful family with him.

Ethan's company grew step by step. In the fourth year of our relationship, he proposed to me.

I got pregnant in the same year. Ethan seriously worked on Zachary's fetus education and insisted on applying stretch mark cream on me day after day.

Even when I was in labor, he held my hand tightly to reassure me.

I thought he absolutely loved me, until Kayla came back from abroad.

He stopped caring about me and Zachary.

As Kayla got stuck in the snowy roads, all she had to do was make a phone call, and no matter how much Zachary and I needed Ethan, he would anxiously drop us off and leave.

Our wedding anniversary couldn't outweigh Kayla's complaint that she was afraid of the dark due to the power outage.

Every time I confronted Ethan about it, he would justifiably and impatiently say, "Julie, what's wrong with you again?

"You obviously know that Kayla is just like a sister to me, and she doesn't have a boyfriend to take care of her, so I'm supposed to look after her."

They truly didn't do anything out of line.

Even as upset as I was, I trusted Ethan would have a sense of propriety and wouldn't let me or Zachary down.

However, no matter what, I didn't expect him to be so ridiculous that he left Zachary with a high fever halfway to Kayla's birthday and drove off alone!

If Maria hadn't passed away a few days ago from a serious illness, and I had been busy handling Maria's funeral, I would never have asked Ethan to drive Zachary to the hospital.

But it was the only time.

Zachary had lost his life.

He was so well-behaved, sensible and brilliant. Every time Ethan stayed up all night, he would hug me and comfort me, "Mommy, don't cry. I'm here."

How desperate could he have been when he was hit by that car?

Holding Zachary's picture, I cried my last tear.

I was about to get up and pack up Zachary's belongings when the door was suddenly opened. Ethan walked in together with his arm around Kayla's waist.

Ethan panicked for a moment when he saw me.

"Julie, why are you home?

"Shouldn't you be at the hospital right now?"

With that, he protected Kayla behind him.

Kayla was wearing a newly purchased dress, the same one I had wanted two weeks ago at the mall.