I Faked My Death After His Mistress Killed Our Daughter

I knelt on the cold marble of our foyer, my knees bruised from hours in this position, cradling my daughter's small hand as her breathing grew more labored. Ava's skin had taken on a bluish tint, her fever raging despite the medicine I'd desperately tried to give her.

"Please, Nate," I whispered, my voice raw from begging. "She needs a hospital. She's dying."

My husband stood above us, his tall frame backlit by the chandelier, casting his face in shadow. But I didn't need to see his expression. The ice in his voice told me everything.

"You expect me to believe you care now?" Nate's words sliced through the air. "After what you've done?"

I clutched Ava closer, her tiny body burning against mine. "I haven't done anything! Why won't you believe me?"

A flicker of movement caught my eye – a silhouette in the hallway. Rebecca. Even in the dim light, I could see the slight upturn of her lips, the gleam of victory in her eyes as she watched my world collapse.

"You neglected her for hours while you were with him," Nate continued, each word precise and cutting. "Your lover called the house. I heard his voice on our answering machine."

"There is no lover!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. "Those messages are lies! Rebecca is—"

Nate's hand slammed against the wall, the sound echoing through our once-happy home. "Don't you dare blame her! Rebecca's the only one who's been honest with me."

Ava whimpered in my arms, her eyes fluttering. "Daddy," she whispered, reaching one small hand toward him.

For a moment, I thought I saw something crack in Nate's expression – a flicker of the man I'd married, the father who once doted on his little girl. But then his gaze hardened, and he checked his watch.

"Get up," he commanded. "We're going for a drive."

"What? No! She needs a doctor!"

"Get. Up." Each word landed like a physical blow. "Or I swear to God, Evelyn, you'll never see Ethan again either."

My son. My beautiful boy who'd been turned against me by Nate's poisonous words, by Rebecca's careful manipulation. I couldn't lose him too.

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The underpass loomed ahead, concrete and shadows beneath the highway. Nate pulled the car over, the engine still running. Outside, snow had begun to fall, tiny flakes swirling in the headlights.

"Get out," he said, his voice eerily calm now. "Take Ava with you."

My hands trembled as I unbuckled my feverish daughter from her seat. "What are you doing?"

"Proving a point." His eyes, once warm brown, now looked black in the darkness. "Strap her into that car seat." He pointed to an abandoned child seat near the underpass wall.

"Nate, please," I sobbed, clutching Ava to my chest. "She'll die out here."

"Like you care." He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. "I'm going to document your neglect. Show everyone what kind of mother you really are."

With Nate's eyes boring into