The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty novel Chapter 2

“If you’re going to be this difficult, Vivica, then I’ll have no choice but to let my lawyer handle the divorce,” Fletcher threatened.

“Fine, you—” Vivica was about to fire back when her phone buzzed in her purse. She pulled it out. It was their nanny.

“Hello, Ruby.”

“Mrs. Sanford, Chaim has a nosebleed, and I can’t get it to stop! Chad is driving us to the hospital now. You and Mr. Sanford need to come quickly!”

Vivica had planned a quiet evening for just the two of them for their anniversary, leaving their son at home with the nanny. She never expected this.

Panic seized her, and she was already moving toward the door. “Okay, I’m on my way. Keep me updated.”

Hearing that his son was sick, Fletcher shot up from his seat and grabbed her arm as she rushed past. “What’s wrong with Chaim? What happened?”

Vivica’s eyes were red with unshed tears. Losing control, she spun around and swung her handbag at him with all her might. “Go be with your precious Riley! Whether my son lives or dies is none of your business!”

Fletcher staggered back, shielding his face as she rained blows on him, muttering, “You’re insane, insane!”

After venting her fury, Vivica, consumed with worry for her son, stormed out.

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At the hospital, the nanny, Ruby, met her and quickly explained the situation. Vivica’s heart hammered against her ribs, a terrible premonition taking hold.

Soon, a doctor emerged.

“Mrs. Sanford, we’ve managed to stop the bleeding for now,” the doctor said. “The initial bloodwork shows a problem with his coagulation function. For his safety, I recommend we admit him for observation and run more detailed tests tomorrow.”

Vivica’s face went pale. “Yes, okay. We’ll admit him,” she nodded numbly.

She walked into the emergency room and saw her little boy. The sight tore her heart to pieces. Her son, not even three years old, had his shirtfront stained with a shocking amount of blood.

“Mommy…” Chaim Sanford held out his small arms, wanting a hug.

Vivica immediately pulled herself together, rushing forward to scoop him up and stroke his soft hair. “Oh, my sweet boy, were you scared? It’s all Mommy’s fault. I shouldn’t have left you at home.”

Chaim’s bright eyes blinked up at her. “Mommy’s with me every day,” he said, wise beyond his years. “You have to spend time with Daddy sometimes, or he’ll get jealous.”

On any other day, his words would have filled her with warmth and happiness. Now, they were just a bitter, ironic reminder of the truth. The responsible, gentle, family man was all a facade. His heart had always belonged to the woman who abandoned him, and he was more than willing to play the white knight for her now, without a moment’s hesitation.

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