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Content：
My son, Tyler, never really had his dad around growing up.
Because my husband, Ethan, was a top doctor, always working late.
He pulled countless patients back from the brink of death, but he misdiagnosed his own son’s pneumonia as a simple cold.
All because he was on the phone with his first love, Isabella, while he was supposed to be listening to Tyler’s chest.
That night, when Tyler’s life was on the line, Ethan claimed he was in a critical surgery and hung up on me ten times.
I rushed our son to the hospital, only to find out my husband was at a birthday party for Isabella and her daughter.
In the dead of night, Isabella posted a photo of the three of them on Instagram.
At the same time, my son, Tyler, died in the very hospital where his father worked.
The next day, I held a funeral for my son all alone.
Three days later, I boarded a plane out of Seattle, clutching a photo of my son.
It was only then that my husband, Ethan, found out Tyler was dead, started searching for me like a madman.
Chapter 1
My son had a raging fever. I cried and called my star doctor husband, but he was celebrating his first love’s daughter’s birthday.
At 7 PM, my son Tyler’s temperature shot up to 102.5°F, and his lips were turning a frightening shade of purple.
Clutching him, my fingers trembled as I dialed Ethan’s number for the tenth time.
The call finally connected, but all I heard was Ethan’s impatient voice. “Sarah, I’m busy. What is it?”
“Tyler’s fever is really high, his lips are turning blue, and he says his chest hurts and he can’t breathe…”
I choked back my sobs, but he cut me off before I could finish.
“Didn’t I just check on him this morning?” Ethan interrupted. “It’s just a common cold. Don’t make such a big deal out of it. Just give him some fever reducer.”
“But his symptoms were much more serious …”
“Sarah, I said it’s a cold!” His voice grew sharper. “I have a very important, critical surgery soon. Don’t bother me. I’m hanging up.”
The line went dead.
Tyler weakly tugged on my sleeve. “Mommy, is Daddy saving people again?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Daddy’s amazing. He’s a superhero, right?” Tyler managed a weak smile. “Mommy, I’m a little cold. I feel so sick… Am I going to die?”
I hugged him tighter, feeling his small body tremble.
“Mommy’s taking you to the hospital. Another doctor can help you there.”
“But Daddy is the best doctor,” Tyler said stubbornly. “Daddy said he has to save all the patients in the world. Mommy, please don’t be mad at him, okay?”
On the rain-slicked streets of Seattle, I ran, carrying Tyler in my arms, sprinting toward the hospital. His breathing grew more and more shallow, his little face flushed red from the fever.
“Hang on, baby. Just hang on.”
In front of the emergency room, I collapsed onto a hard, cold chair, my hands clasped in prayer.
“Sarah?” A familiar voice called my name.
It was Dr. Williams, Ethan’s colleague.
“What are you doing here? Where’s Ethan?”
“He’s in an emergency surgery,” I answered mechanically.
Dr. Williams frowned. “Surgery? Ethan took leave at 3 PM. Said he had something important to take care of.”
I felt the blood freeze in my veins.
Just then, a notification popped up on my phone.
Ethan’s first love, Isabella, had updated her Instagram.
[Thank you, Uncle Ethan, for making Emma’s 8th birthday so special! Having you here makes my daughter and me feel so safe and happy.]
Posted: one hour ago.
Ethan. I stared at the stinging name, my fingers shaking as I scrolled down, only to see two photos that hurt even more.
In the first photo, Ethan was kneeling beside a pretty little girl, both of them beaming at a birthday cake. It was a gentle expression I hadn’t seen on his face in a very, very long time.
In the other photo, Ethan was spinning the girl, Emma, around, both of them laughing their hearts out.
The comments were a flood of praise:
“Ethan is such a perfect dad!” “Emma is so lucky to have an uncle who adores her!” “You guys look like a real family!”
I stared at the screen, tears blurring my vision.
“Family member!” a nurse rushed out. “The child is in critical condition! It’s severe pneumonia with respiratory failure! Why did you wait so long to bring him in?”
Forgetting the photos, I fell to my knees, begging. “Doctor, please, I’m begging you, save my child!”
“We did everything we could, but…” The nurse hesitated. “He’s gone. I’m so sorry for your loss.”
My legs gave out from under me. I crumpled to the floor, my face a mess of tears.
I suddenly remembered that morning. Tyler was coughing badly, his face red with fever as he whimpered to Ethan.
“Daddy, my chest hurts so much.”
Ethan had absentmindedly picked up his stethoscope. The moment he placed it on Tyler’s chest, his phone rang.
“Isabella? You’re back in Seattle?” His voice instantly softened. “Of course, Emma wants to see me. I’ll definitely be there today.”
Tyler was coughing his lungs out beside him, but Ethan didn’t seem to notice.
“It’s just a common cold,” he said after a quick, careless glance, tossing the stethoscope aside. “Just give him some fever medicine.”
“Daddy, I…”
“Tyler, Daddy’s busy. He has to go save more people. You need to be strong.” Ethan gave Tyler’s head a dismissive pat and rushed out the door.
Tyler watched him go, his eyes full of admiration. “Mommy, Daddy is so great, isn’t he?”
Tyler… My Tyler…
The poor thing, he died without ever knowing. His father didn’t want to save him because he was busy with someone else’s child.
At 3 AM, I held Tyler’s small, cold body, crying silently in the hospital where his father worked.
He looked so peaceful, as if he were just asleep.
But that sweet face would never open its eyes again, would never look at me playfully and call me “Mommy.”
“Mommy,” his last words echoed in my ears, “tell Daddy I’m proud of him.”
I looked up and saw a giant photo hanging on the hallway wall.
Ethan, in his white coat, wearing a confident smile.
The gold plaque beneath it gleamed:
“Seattle Central Hospital’s Doctor of the Year: Ethan Morgan – A Hero Who Saves Lives.”
I started to laugh, a wild, broken sound as tears flooded down my face, drowning me.
A hero?
He couldn’t even save his own son.
While he was celebrating another man’s daughter, his own son was fighting for his life.
While he was gently spinning another child in his arms, his own son was dying because of his mistake!
I cried all night, until I had no tears left.
But my Tyler was never coming back…
The sun rose, but I was still trapped in darkness and despair.
I opened my phone and bought a one-way ticket out of Seattle, for three days from now.
Chapter 2
The next day, I held Tyler’s funeral by myself.
In the small casket, Tyler wore his favorite Superman t-shirt.
I could see him so clearly in my mind, alive and vibrant. I had no more tears left to cry. Just two weeks ago, at the amusement park, he was wearing this same shirt, standing next to a Superman character and shouting, “My daddy went to save the world! Superman, I want to be a hero just like my dad!”
In the empty cemetery, only Dr. Williams showed up.
“I’m so sorry, Sarah.” He placed a white rose on the casket. “If only he had been brought in sooner…”
I just nodded, unable to speak.
At 8 PM, I dragged my exhausted body home.
The door opened.
Ethan was standing in the living room, his face dark.
“Sarah, your call yesterday made me lose focus during surgery!” he started in on me immediately. “I almost had a medical accident!”
I stared at him, numb.
“And look at you. Your face is pale, your eyes are all red,” he waved his hand dismissively. “It was just a cold. Was it really worth making such a fuss?”
My lips trembled, but I still said nothing.
Ethan turned and walked into the kitchen. It was the first time he had willingly stepped into the kitchen in ten years.
He took out a hardcover cookbook on children’s nutrition and started flipping through it.
“Emma hasn’t had much of an appetite lately. Isabella said she likes carrot soup,” he said as he started prepping the ingredients.
I just watched his busy back.
This was the man who never touched a pot or pan, who once told me, “My hands are for saving lives, not for chores like this.”
But now, he was carefully making soup for someone else’s daughter.
“How’s Tyler, by the way?” he asked without turning around.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
Ethan came out of the kitchen and hugged me.
“I know it’s hard on you, taking care of the kid by yourself.” His voice was unusually gentle. “This weekend, let’s go to the mall, the three of us. We can buy Tyler some new clothes and toys.”
I looked at him, my face blank, a bitter laugh echoing in my mind.
My son was dead, and he was planning a ridiculous family outing.
“Sarah, I have some good news for you,” Ethan said, letting me go, a smile on his face. “You can quit your job.”
I just kept staring at him, numb.
“Isabella just moved back to Seattle and she’s looking for work. That designer position you have… I pulled some strings to get it for you in the first place,” he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Now you can give it to Isabella, and you can be a full-time housewife.”
“I’ll take care of you,” he said, reaching out to touch my face. “Isn’t this the life you’ve always wanted?”
I nodded slowly, then walked silently to my computer and opened a new document.
Ethan thought I was taking his advice, writing my resignation letter.
He nodded, satisfied, and went back to the kitchen to finish his soup.
“Emma says she loves my soup the most,” his cheerful voice drifted from the kitchen. “She calls me Daddy Ethan. Having a daughter isn’t so bad, right?”
My fingers flew across the keyboard.
But I wasn’t writing a resignation letter.
I was writing up our divorce papers.
Ten minutes later, I printed out it.
“Ethan, sign this.” I handed the papers to him.
He glanced at it quickly, then scribbled his name with a flourish.
“Great,” he said happily, picking up the pot of soup. “I’m going to take this to Emma. She’s waiting for me.”
He hurried away, the sound of his whistling slowly fading down the hall.
I picked up a pen and signed my name on this too.
Sarah Morgan.
Soon, I wouldn’t be Mrs. Morgan anymore.
I placed copies on the table, and suddenly, an incredible sense of relief washed over me.
Chapter 3
On the third day, I decided to buy Tyler some of the things he’d always wanted before I left for good.
In the Seattle toy store, the shelves were packed with colorful toys.
I stopped in the Transformers aisle.
I could still hear Tyler’s voice, the last time he begged Ethan for something.
It was two months ago. After seeing a commercial, Tyler had secretly used my phone to call Ethan.
“Daddy, I really want the new Transformer. Can you play with me?”
“Tyler, Daddy’s busy. Don’t bother me,” came Ethan’s impatient reply.
“But Daddy, all my friends have one…”
“Talk to your mother about it!” The line went dead.
Tyler handed the phone back to me, his eyes full of disappointment, but then he gave me a sweet smile.
“Mommy, Daddy must be saving a very important patient, right? Daddy is a superhero, he has to protect the whole world. But… I really wish he would play with me.”
It was such a simple wish, one that never came true for him.
I swept every Transformer off the shelf and into my cart.
Puzzles, building blocks, paintbrushes…
Everything Tyler had ever wanted but never gotten.
“Madam, who are you buying all these toys for?” the cashier asked curiously.
“For my son.”
The moment the words left my mouth, my eyes began to sting.
I pushed the cart full of toys out of the store, only to run right into three familiar figures.
Ethan was kneeling in front of a little girl, gently fixing her hair.
Isabella stood beside them, a soft, delicate smile on her face.
“Uncle Ethan, I want that Barbie doll!” Emma pointed to a pink doll in the window.
“Of course, sweetie. Let’s go get it,” Ethan agreed without a second thought.
What a gentle father. They looked just like a real family.
Ethan noticed me looking and a flash of awkwardness crossed his face.
“Sarah? What are you doing here?”
“Isabella wasn’t feeling well, so I was just helping her get Emma out for some fresh air,” he explained.
I let out a cold laugh but said nothing.
“Uncle Ethan, didn’t you say you would play blocks with me?” Emma whined, pulling on his hand.
“Of course. Let’s go inside and find a place to sit and play,” Ethan said, his voice full of affection.
Tyler had never been treated like that.
“I’m leaving,” I said, turning to go with my cart.
“Sarah, wait,” Ethan called out, catching up to me. “I’ll give you a ride home.”
He took everything from my hand before I could refuse, and I had no choice but to get on the car helplessly.
But the ride back was filled with a heavy, awkward silence.
When we got home, Ethan saw my packed suitcase and frowned.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m taking Tyler on a trip,” I answered calmly.
A look of relief washed over his face.
“Oh, that’s great. You two should relax,” he said. “Before you go, let’s have a family dinner. I know I haven’t been around much lately, and that’s my fault.”
A storm of emotion churned inside me.
I was about to scream it at him—Tyler is dead, we’re divorced!
But just then, the doorbell rang.
Isabella stood there holding Emma, her eyes filled with tears.
“Ethan, Emma suddenly has terrible diarrhea. Can you please take a look at her?”
Ethan’s face instantly became serious.
“Diarrhea is no small thing, especially for a child. They can get dehydrated easily,” he said, immediately grabbing his medical bag. “Let’s go to the hospital right now.”
He left with Isabella without a backward glance.
When Tyler had a 102.5-degree fever and blue lips, he said I was overreacting.
When Emma had simple diarrhea, he said it was no small thing.
I wanted to laugh, but the anger and grief had already torn my heart to shreds.
Such a good father. Just not to Tyler.
I dragged my suitcase and all the toys to Tyler’s grave.
“Baby, these are all for you,” I said, placing the toys one by one in front of the headstone. “They’re all yours now.”
The white rose in the vase looked especially tragic in the setting sun.
“Mommy has to go now. You be a good boy, and don’t miss me too much.”
Ethan’s POV
At Seattle Central Hospital, in a VIP room.
Ethan was sharing ice cream with Emma, who showed no signs of diarrhea anymore.
“You’re such a good girl, Emma. You got better so fast,” he said gently.
“Uncle Ethan, will you always be with me?” Emma asked innocently.
“Of course.”
After the check-up, Ethan finally remembered Tyler at home.
He found Dr. Williams.
“Can you get me some children’s cold medicine and vitamins? Tyler’s cold still hasn’t gone away completely.”
Williams froze.
“Ethan, what are you talking about?”
“The medicine for Tyler. He has a cold, remember?” Ethan added.
Williams’s face went pale, as if he’d just seen a ghost.
“Ethan… Tyler passed away three days ago. Didn’t you know?”
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