Part 1Faithless Heart, A Husband's Emotional Distraction During Daughter's Critical Illness

My name is Mia Lane, and this is the night my life took a turn I never saw coming.

It all started with my daughter, Aimee, who was only five years old. She had been battling a severe illness for months, her body growing weaker by the day. We were desperate, clinging to the hope that a blood transfusion from her father, Logan Wesley, might save her. But Logan, my husband, wasn't there when we needed him most.

Instead, he was with Louisa Queen, the woman he’d been seeing behind my back, the one who had stolen his attention away from his own family. I had tried to reach him, begged him to come, but his cold responses and cruel words made it clear: Aimee's life was of no importance to him.

That night, Aimee collapsed. It was Aimee, my sweet, fragile child, gasping for breath as her fever spiked. I was already used to the constant worry, but tonight was different. The moment I saw her eyes flutter shut, I knew it was too late.

I didn't cry. I just... acted.

The scene that followed was a blur of rushing to the hospital, frantic phone calls, and hospital staff demanding someone to sign for Aimee's immediate treatment. I stood at the emergency entrance, numb and shaking, holding my daughter in my arms.

Then, the cold truth hit me.

"Who's the immediate family member?" A nurse called out, her voice sharp as she glanced at me, waiting for an answer.

"I'm her mother. I’m here to sign," I said, trying to steady my voice. But she ignored me, turning to Ryan Wesley, Logan's cousin, who had arrived just moments before.

"I'm her uncle," Ryan said, his voice firm. "Where's her father?"

I could feel the eyes of the hospital staff on me, waiting. I knew they were all wondering why Logan wasn’t here—why the father of the child wasn't rushing to her side.

"Please," I said, my voice breaking slightly. "We need to begin the transfusion immediately. I’ll contact Logan—he’s just—" I trailed off, knowing my words were futile.

I pulled out my phone, trembling. The numbers dialed one after another, but the calls went unanswered. Each rejection felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

The first call went straight to voicemail.

The second one rang only to be abruptly cut off.

On the third attempt, I heard Logan’s voice crackle through the speaker.

"What do you want, Mia?" His voice was cold, distant, as if I were a stranger. "You couldn’t handle this without me?"

I felt my heart shatter at the words, but I kept my tone steady. "Logan, Aimee needs you. She's dying—please, we need a blood transfusion. You have to come!"

Instead of an apology or even a hint of concern, he laughed bitterly. "I’m busy, Mia. You know what? Maybe this is just payback for how you’ve always been. You think I’ll drop everything for you and that little brat?"

The words hit harder than any punch. I didn’t say another word. I couldn’t.

Before I could even react, a faint, trembling voice spoke from the background. Louisa.

"Logan, I’m scared... Please, don't go. You promised me..." The voice wavered with feigned innocence, and Logan’s response was a soft, dismissive murmur.

He hung up without another word.

I stood there, phone still in hand, my heart sinking into a void.

Ryan, who had been watching in disbelief, exploded in anger. "I can't believe this! No way am I going to let this man put his woman above his own child!"

He grabbed my arm, urging me to follow him as he stormed toward the emergency room. The hospital staff was still waiting, clearly frustrated, but I just nodded silently. I couldn’t even bring myself to speak anymore.

The nurse, seeing the tension, tried once more to get in touch with Logan. But after several failed attempts, she finally looked at me with sympathy and then at Ryan. "I’m sorry, but we need a direct family member. We can’t proceed without authorization."

I slumped into a nearby chair, my mind racing, feeling utterly alone.

I could still hear Logan's voice in my head, and the cruel words he’d spoken. He had chosen Louisa over Aimee. He had chosen her over the life of his own daughter.

And now, I was left with nothing but empty promises and a child slipping further away with each passing second.