He doesn't care

Amelia.

By the time I stumbled out of Carter Enterprises, I could barely see through my tears. 

Rain poured down heavily, soaking through my clothes within seconds, but I barely noticed. My whole body felt numb, hollowed out from the inside.

Daniel’s words kept echoing in my head until they no longer sounded like insults.

 They sounded like truth. 

You slept through everything like some stupid fat log of wood. Maybe Noah would still be alive. I can never forgive you for that night.

A shaking sob escaped me as I climbed into the car and slammed the door shut. The silence inside crushed me instantly. 

I sat there gripping the steering wheel, my shoulders shaking violently, while the thought settled deep in my chest like poison. 

Maybe he was right. Maybe everything that had happened was my fault. Maybe Noah died because I failed him. And maybe Daniel cheating on me was simply the consequence of that failure. 

What husband could still love a woman responsible for their child’s death?

I pressed trembling hands against my face and cried harder as the storm worsened outside. 

Rain hammered against the windshield and thunder rolled across the sky, but I started the engine anyway. 

The drive afterward came to me only in fragments—blinding headlights, wet roads, my own tears distorting everything. 

Daniel’s voice kept repeating in my skull.

 Fat. Lazy. Ugly. 

I couldn’t stop picturing Noah alone outside that night, barefoot and cold, crying for me while I slept upstairs unaware.

A broken sound tore from my throat.

Then a sharp horn blasted through the storm. I looked up too late. Bright headlights rushed toward me. My hands jerked on the steering wheel. The tires screeched. The car spun. And everything went black.

---

When I woke again, I was welcomed by the strong smell of antiseptic. My eyelids felt unbearably heavy. For several seconds I stared blankly at the white ceiling, unable to understand where I was. Then the pain hit and a soft groan slipped from my lips.

“Oh good,” a gentle voice said nearby. “You’re finally awake.”

I turned my head slowly. A nurse stood beside the bed with visible relief on her face. “You’ve been unconscious for two days.”

Two days. The words made my stomach tighten. “What… happened?”

“You were in a car accident during the storm,” she explained softly. “A passerby called emergency services after finding your vehicle.”

Fragments returned immediately—rain, crying, headlights, Daniel. I shut my eyes as fresh pain spread through my chest. “My husband… did he come?”

The nurse hesitated. That tiny pause told me everything. “No,” she admitted quietly. “No one came looking for you.”

Something inside me crumpled. Of course he didn’t. Why would he? Not after everything I had done.

“I need to call him,” I whispered weakly. “The hospital bills… he has to pay them.”

The nurse looked surprised. “There’s no need for that. Your bills were already taken care of.”

“By who?”

“The person asked to remain anonymous.”

I stared at her in silence. For one strange moment I wondered if Daniel had done it secretly, if some small part of him still cared. But the thought disappeared almost immediately. No. Daniel hated me now.

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Hours later, after signing discharge papers and changing into spare clothes the hospital provided, I returned home.

The moment I stepped into the penthouse, I was greeted by familiar laughter faintly echoing from the dining room.

For a moment, I considered turning around, afraid of having my heart broken again. 

But I had nowhere else to go. 

So I walked in and saw them.

Sophia sitting comfortably at the kitchen island wearing one of Daniel’s shirts.

 Daniel beside her, drinking coffee calmly. And his mother moving around the kitchen with plates like this was perfectly normal.

Sophia looked up first, a brief awkwardness crossing her face before it vanished. Daniel barely reacted. His eyes swept lazily over my pale face and the hospital wristband still on my wrist.

“Where exactly are you coming from?”

“I… I had an accident,” I said, my voice cracking. “I was in the hospital.”

For one second silence filled the room. Then Daniel laughed.

“That’s unfortunate,” he said coldly. “Why didn’t you just die there?”

I flinched at his coldness. 

His mother clicked her tongue disapprovingly, but there was no real shock in her voice. 

Daniel leaned back in his chair and dragged his eyes over my body with familiar disgust. 

“Although I guess all that extra weight probably protected you during the crash.” He smirked. “So congratulations. The fat finally made itself useful for once.” His eyes darkened. “Too bad it couldn’t be useful when our son was dying.”

The words shattered something deep inside me. Tears filled my eyes. “Daniel, please—”

“No.” His voice sharpened. “You don’t get to cry every five seconds and expect that to fix anything.”

My shoulders shook. “I’m sorry,” I whispered desperately. “God, I’m so sorry. We can work this out. Please… please don’t hate me forever.”

Daniel’s mother scoffed loudly.

“Oh spare us those stupid tears already. Crying won’t bring my grandson back.” Her face twisted with disgust as she looked at me. "A real mother would have protected her child. All you ever knew how to do was eat my son’s money, sleep all day, and gain weight. Now look where it got you.”

Each word dug deeper. I couldn’t defend myself anymore. 

“Please…” I whispered again.

Daniel reached for the table and grabbed a thick stack of papers. He slammed them down in front of me. My eyes dropped to the page.

DIVORCE AGREEMENT.

The words blurred through my tears. My entire body went cold.

“No…” I whispered.

Daniel leaned back with terrifying calm. “It’s over, Amelia.”