Chapter 3

3.

Rage and despair clawed at my chest.

I pushed myself up to find medical help, but my vision went pitch black, and I crashed heavily to the floor.

When I opened my eyes again, Meredith was glaring at me with pure irritation.

"You're sick, yet you had to drag Chloe to the hospital? Do you have any idea she almost got hit by a car outside after you passed out?"

I couldn't believe this was her first reaction upon seeing me wake up.

Didn't she care about my well-being in the slightest?

Before I could get a word out, Chloe rushed forward and punched me hard in the stomach.

"Bad daddy! Evil daddy! I don't want you, I want Uncle Wyatt!"

Wyatt hurried into the room and immediately pulled her into a hug. "Chloe, this is your real dad. He's sick, so you should be nice to him."

A sly, malicious glint flashed in Chloe's eyes.

"Daddy, since you're sick, let me show you how much I care."

With an eerie grin, she stepped toward my hospital bed.

The next second, she drove a sharp medical needle straight into my forearm.

"Ah!" I yelled out in agony, shoving Chloe away by instinct.

"Where did you get a needle?"

"You're only five years old! How could you be so cruel?"

Perhaps my voice was too loud, because she burst into tears and threw herself into Meredith's arms.

"Mommy! The servant is yelling at me!"

Meredith shot me a furious glare.

"Chloe only poked you with a tiny needle! How dare you scream at her?"

"Do you even deserve to call yourself her father?"

I could hardly believe my ears.

Whenever Chloe did something wrong in the past, Meredith always took her side.

Back then, I brushed it off as maternal affection.

Now I finally saw the truth―this wasn't motherly love; it was pure, toxic indulgence leading the child straight into ruin!

"Meredith, do you even hear yourself?"

"She did something dangerous, and I'm not even allowed to correct her?"

"And don't act so innocent! Do you think I didn't see what you and Wyatt were doing in your office earlier?"

The hospital room instantly fell dead silent.

Even Chloe stopped her fake crying.

"I... we weren't doing anything," Meredith stammered defensively.

Wyatt stepped forward, putting on a calm facade. "Garrett, you must have seen wrong. Meredith and I have nothing going on."

It was sickening how easily they lied through their teeth.

"Do I need to pull the hallway security footage to prove it?"

Guilt immediately washed over Meredith's face.

"Garrett, let me explain. Wyatt just moved back from abroad, and we hadn't seen each other in so long, so we just..."

"So not seeing each other for a while means you have to make out in your office?"

"Meredith, let's get a divorce."