After My Wife Killed Our Son

The day I took my three-month-old son out to buy formula, a Lincoln came out of nowhere.

It plowed into the pedestrian street, slamming me to the ground.

My whole body was screaming in pain, and my son's cries were so loud.

I fought to crawl to him, scraping my hands on the sidewalk.

But the driver kicked the stroller away, then slammed his shoe down on my hand.

"A bastard no one wants! He deserves to die!"

"You really think a kid can make Chloe leave me? Dream on!"

"I'm gonna send you both straight to hell!"

Before he even finished talking, he slammed his foot down hard on my son's chest.

I lunged forward, throwing myself over the tiny body, shielding him.

In that moment, everything became clear.

my wife, who I'd been married to for two years, had another guy, another family, this whole time.

"You dare protect this bastard?!"

Julian snapped, his voice full of rage.

"Fine! You go first!"

Amidst his frenzied kicks and punches, I fumbled for my phone.

My trembling fingers dialed my mother.

"Mom, get to the pedestrian street now...hurry and pick me up."

"And one more thing...I'm gonna ruin Chloe. Make her lose everything, kick her out with nothing!"

"Call the cops! Please, somebody call the cops!!"

I begged, my voice cracking.

Warm blood was gushing from my forehead, blurring my vision.

I held my son even tighter, yelling for help.

Some people looked sorry for me, someone even pulled out their phone.

But Julian's cold, mean stare cut right through the crowd.

"What're you staring at? Never seen someone teach a homewrecker a lesson before?"

The person froze, then slowly put their phone back in their pocket.

Julian yanked my hair, forcing my head up.

"Let everyone see your pretty-boy face!"

My scalp was burning.

I stared at him, confused and dizzy.

"Who the hell are you?! I've been married to Chloe for two years! I never even heard of you!"

Julian threw a mean uppercut, his knuckles slamming into my jaw.

Blood splattered on his sleeve.

"Two years!"

He yelled, "You've been sneaking around with her for two years?!"

His dress shoe ground into my back.

"I've been married to Chloe for four years! If I wasn't infertile, a wimp like you would've never gotten near her!"

Shock and anger twisted in my chest, mixing with the pain so bad I could barely thin.

Four years? Married to Chloe?

That's not what Chloe's family said when we set up this marriage!

Screw you, Chloe.

Screw your whole family.

Three years ago, their company went broke.

Our marriage was a deal.

Her parents got on their knees and begged me to take her, to save their family.

And now I find out she's been married to someone else for four years?

Cheating was bad enough-but tricking the Davis family with a fake marriage?

That was asking for trouble.

"I had no idea Chloe was married!"

I gasped, forcing myself to look at him.

"She lied to both of us! Stop this, let's talk! I'll let you get away with hitting me-"

He cut me off with more punches.

My vision went black, and I almost passed out.

"Bullshit!"

Julian spat.

"The Hale family? ? Men would kill to marry into that fortune! Who the hell are you to think she'd lie for you? I'm the only one who deserves to be her husband! Julian Voss!"

I shook with anger, my vision going in and out.

"You're a guy too! Why won't you believe I got tricked?!"

"Because I ama guy, I know exactly how you bastards think!"

His face twisted.

"Every guy wants to sleep with my wife! You're all the same!"

His venomous eyes scanned my face.

"You used this pretty face to seduce her, didn't you?"

To my horror, he pulled a sleek switchblade from his bag.

"I'm gonna slash this face up today-see if you still got the nerve to flirt with other guys' wives!"

"No... don't..."

The cold blade pressed against my cheek.

I shook all over, my voice broken and weak.

"Julian, listen to me... I'm Ethan Davis...The only heir to the Davis Group! If you hurt me, the Davis family will destroy you!"

Julian froze for a second, then burst out laughing, loud and mean.

"Are you kidding me? A Davis heir, in a place like this? Dressed like that? You look like a bum! How dare you pretend to be him?!"

"Grab him! Hold him down!"

I tried to scramble back, clutching my son, but his guys pinned me.

The blade sliced into my cheek, sharp and unforgiving.

I screamed as the pain burned across my face.

Twenty-two slashes.

He carved my face until it was a mask of blood.

Warm drops fell onto my son's innocent face.

"Oh right-this bastard too!"

He suddenly reached for the baby in my arms.

"Get away from him!"

I screamed, shoving Julian back with all my strength, curling tighter around my child.

Eyes bloodshot, he looked like a demon.

"Get that brat away from him!"

His guys swarmed me, grabbing at my arms, legs, and hair.

Despair drowned me.

My son was only three months old.

Fragile.

How could I protect him

"Mr. Davis!!"

Bang!

Julian went flying, kicked hard right off his feet.

He let out a scream and crashed to the ground.

It was my bodyguard, Joe.

He'd been holding our place in line at the formula store.

He'd only been gone ten minutes.

"Joe, protect the baby..."

My mind foggy, my bloody hand grasped his pant leg.

Seeing my ruined face, the blood, Joe's eyes turned red instantly.

"Mr. Davis! What the hell happened?!"

"They're gonna... kill Alan!"

My voice was a ragged whisper.

I'd only wanted a casual day out, buying formula for my son today.

So I hadn't brought many bodyguards.

I never saw this murder plot coming.

"I called my mom, she's on her way!"

Joe had been following me for many years, he knew exactly what I meant right away.

"Who the hell are you people?!"

"If anything happens to Mr. Davis, even ten of your lives won't be enough to pay for it!"

Julian stumbled to his feet, his voice venomous.

"You dare hit me?!"

"Chloe'll never let you get away with this!"

He screamed like a maniac, totally unhinged.

"Another one! Fine!"

"I'll beat you both to death today!"

"Get 'em! Grab that little bastard!"

He lunged at us, flailing his arms.

But Joe kicked him flying again, even harder this time.

The force was brutal.

Julian screamed as he hit the ground, and he couldn't get up for ages.

"Julian, Chloe can barely get pregnant! But the Hale family needs an heir!"

I forced myself to catch my breath, snapping the warning at him.

"Do you even know what this kid means to the Hales?!"

"If anything happens to him, the Hales'll destroy you!"

Julian froze, a flash of panic crossing his face.

I thought he'd finally come to his senses-

but he suddenly flew into a rage.

"You know I can't have kids, and you still use this bastard to rub it in my face?!"

"Are you all idiots?!"

"I'm gonna crush this bastard's head under the car wheels! Right in front of this loser!"

He stared at Joe and me, then grinned a sinister grin.

"Bastard! You really think I can't take you down?"

Before the words left his mouth, he reached into his bag.

When I saw what he pulled out, my blood ran cold.

"Joe! Watch out!"

Bang!

A deafening gunshot rang out.

In an instant, blood splattered all over my face.

"You..."

Joe stumbled back two steps, then crashed to his knees.

He stared down at himself in disbelief.

His white shirt was already blooming crimson.

Julian was holding a crude, homemade pistol.

Right then, the black barrel was still smoking.

"Joe!"

My cry was one of pure anguish.

He had a gun!

This madman had a gun!

Julian broke into a crazy, triumphant smile.

"You're breaking the law!"

I sobbed as I watched Joe pass out, tears finally pouring down my face.

"So what?"

Julian stepped closer, pinching my chin hard.

"With the Hale family's power, even if I kill you all, what's gonna happen to me?"

He held the cold barrel up and slapped my face with it, arrogant as hell.

"Bastard! Today's the day you die.!"

In that second, overwhelming despair swallowed me whole.

I struggled to look at my son, his breath weak, and my heart felt like it was torn to pieces.

Was this how it ended?

For me and my boy?

Suddenly, a Rolls-Royce parted the crowd.

A familiar figure stepped out.

It was Chloe!

She was wearing a custom suit, her hair done perfectly.

Hope flared up in me.

I was about to yell for help.

But Julian rushed over first, pulling her into his arms, excited.

"Chloe! What are you doing here?!"

I stared at her in disbelief.

And then, this woman who was always so cold wrapped her arms around Julian gently.

"Babe, didn't I tell you to stay home?"

Julian hung his head, complaining in a whiny voice.

"It's all this loser's fault! He knows I can't have kids, and he purposely brought your kid here to humiliate me!"

"I couldn't help but hit him! You won't be mad at me, right, Chloe?"

Chloe turned to look at me, her eyes full of doubt and scrutiny.

"Chloe, it's me! Ethan!"

I forced my eyes open, screaming, my voice broken.

"Who even is Julian?! He's gonna kill your own son!"

Chloe stared at me, all beat up and messy, then scoffed.

"Ethan?"

"Wearing slippers, getting beaten up like this on a pedestrian street, not even a bodyguard with you."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

My heart dropped to my stomach, and I started shaking all over.

"Chloe, fine-you lied about being married to me."

"But can you really not recognize my voice?!"

But she smiled, linking her arm through Julian's.

"Which club did you crawl out of, huh? Daring to pretend you're my husband?"

"I paid you all off to get lost, didn't I?!"

Julian shot me a triumphant look.

"Chloe, you said you only love me~"

"When are you gonna divorce Ethan, anyway~"

Chloe leaned up and kissed his cheek, her voice so gentle it made me sick.

"Once the kid gets a little older, the Davis family's money will all be his."

"And when he only recognizes you as his dad, the whole Davis Group will be yours too."

So that's her plan!

Using my son to steal the Davis family's fortune!

"Chloe, you bitch!"

I couldn't hold back my anger anymore, screaming at her.

"When my mom gets here, I'll make you pay!"

Chloe's expression turned sharp, her eyes like knives.

"What are you waiting for?"

She snapped coldly.

"This man's holding a troublesome bastard-he's ruining Babe's mood."

"Go break his arms, and grab the kid."