Love and Betrayal: A Marriage that Never Forgives

My daughter\'s SAT score was an impressive 1570. To celebrate, her father took her to the water park that day. As the sun began to set, she called me at the office. Her voice was shaky as she recounted how her father had received a call from a woman while they were driving back. He had left her at a highway intersection without a second thought.
I felt a surge of panic. \"Get off the highway immediately,\" I urged, but my words were cut short by a deafening crash in the background. My heart sank as I realized my daughter had been struck by a truck.At the hospital, the grim-faced doctor informed us that she had sustained a serious head injury. Only one person could perform the delicate surgery needed to save her: Dr. Stewart, the vice president of Center Hospital, who happened to be my husband.After what felt like an eternity of calling, he finally picked up. \"Our daughter\'s been in a car accident. You need to come and operate on her,\" I said, my voice breaking.\"Are you out of your mind? You\'re making up this accident just to get me back,\" he accused harshly.
In the background, I could hear the voice of his first love, Maria. \"Aiden, come quickly,\" she urged.The line went dead as he hung up. When I tried calling again, his phone was switched off.