My Husband Chooses to Save His Lover's Daughter Instead

Chapter 3

In the end, all my efforts had only paved the way for those two scumbags! The anger, the betrayal, it consumed me. I could feel it boiling in every part of my body. My fingers trembled as I pressed the fast-forward button, skipping through their pathetic little dinner. After dropping the girl off at the hospital, Miguel returned to the car with Tricia. They drove straight to a hidden corner of the parking garage. Once the doors were locked, they didn't waste a second, clinging to each other, lips locked in a frenzy.

"Trish, your new hair color is stunning," Miguel murmured, his voice thick with desire. His face twisted with a hunger I'd never seen before, like a man starved, desperate to devour what he could.

Then, just as things were getting heated, Miguel pulled out a small bottle, a smug grin on his face.

"Let's try this. Last time you said it hurt, but this should make it better."

As he eagerly opened the bottle, the liquid spilled across the windows, leaving sticky streaks in its wake. A wave of nausea crashed over me. My hands shook as I grabbed the cleaning cloth, throwing it against the glass in disgust. The sickly sweet scent lingered in the air as I stormed out of the car and slammed the door behind me.

Those two thought they could walk all over me and my daughter for their own twisted happiness. Not happening.

I got into another car and made a call to my assistant. "Cancel my meetings for today and handle the clients. I need the hospital's financial records from the past few years."

"And have the lawyer contact me. We need to discuss something."

If Miguel thought I was just going to walk away with nothing, he was sorely mistaken. As a major shareholder in the hospital, I had power. And I wasn't afraid to use it.

I opened the app and messaged the hospital director. "Can you pull up the file for a patient named Chloe? She supposedly has the same condition as my daughter. I need to know more."

The reply came swiftly. Within minutes, I had the full medical record on that girl. Using that as leverage, I reached out to a friend to dig into Tricia's background.

Just as I hit send, the phone rang. It was the hospital.

"Ms. Gomez, did you and Dr. Richardson decide to make a donation? We can't thank you enough! Chloe's mother is so grateful."

"If it wasn't for Dr. Richardson, Chloe wouldn't even have been able to stay in the hospital. You and your husband's generosity is truly a blessing."

"Dr. Richardson is even representing the hospital at a medical conference soon, presenting groundbreaking surgical solutions for this condition. It's rare to find such a dedicated doctor these days."

Confused, I asked, "Miguel has been covering her hospital bills this whole time?"

"Yes, her biological father is in prison and should be released soon. It's such a tragic situation…"

I hung up, my head spinning. Then, a message from Miguel popped up.

[Did you make it to the office, honey? Looks like it might rain today, don't forget your umbrella, I'll worry.]

[If you need anything, just call me. Love you, your husband.]

I forced myself to swallow the rising fury and responded with the usual, calm tone.

[I'm here. Busy with some social engagements today. Don't forget to eat, okay? Your health matters too.]

He replied with a "Love you" sticker, followed by a live photo of himself seeing a patient, hospital announcement systems in the background calling out patient numbers.

Like I cared anymore about his so-called busy work. His "updates" were nothing more than an act to keep me from suspecting what he was really doing, playing happy family with Tricia at the hospital.

It wasn't long before my friend sent over a document and a voice message, detailing Tricia's background. I braced myself.