Revenge for My Son's Death

On the day of Gavin's entrance examination, my husband, Ethan Harrington, finally put aside his work to drive our son to the university. But halfway there, a sudden, urgent call pulled Ethan away, leaving us stranded. Desperation mounting, we ran to the university, arriving too late. Gavin, heartbroken, suffered a severe asthma attack and landed in the ICU.

If only Ethan had stayed. If only he had spared just one hour for our son.

In a panic, I called Ethan. To my shock, a female voice answered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Ethan is busy. What do you want?"