Chapter 2 Chapter 2 That night Mila was born kept replaying in my mind . We were still a week from the due date . Callum had cleared his schedule , insisting on staying home with me until the baby arrived . Hed been attentive and caring . That evening , hed just promised to cook dinner when his phone rang . Important business , hed said , promising to return quickly . I didnt think much of it I was feeling fine , and our housekeeper was there . I didnt need constant supervision . After he left , I took my usual evening walk in the backyard . But a loose board in the gazebo gave way . I fell hard , and then there was blood . The housekeeper rushed me to the hospital . The doctors warned of severe hemorrhaging and complications my life was at risk . I had no family except Callum . But his phone kept going to voicemail . He never made it to the hospital that night . I truly thought I might die on that delivery table . By some miracle , I survived and gave birth to our beautiful daughter . When I regained consciousness , Callum was kneeling beside my bed , eyes wet with tears , voice shaking with what I thought was remorse . Ill spend my life making this up to you , Aria , and to our Mila , hed sworn . Mila he chose the name himself . It meant miracle in some languages , but to him , it meant redemption . For seven years , he was the perfect husband and father , doting on us both . I believed Id made the right choice in trusting him . Until now . Overhearing their conversation , I realized our perfect love story was nothing but a farce . Even my Mila had betrayed me . The group continued their discussion , unaware of my presence . Someone asked Mila , Arent you worried about hurting your moms feelings by being so close to Sophie ? cers of Love Seven Minutes of Truth 0.6 % Chapter 2 After a thoughtful pause , my seven year old replied : Why should grown up problems affect me ? I just want everyone to love me . Is that wrong ? Mila had grown up pampered and slightly spoiled . Whenever I tried to discipline her , Callum would intervene , insisting his princess deserved to be cherished and indulged . No wonder she preferred him the perfect father who never denied her anything . To her , I was probably just the mean mother . My chest tightened painfully . I stumbled back to our room , still wearing the wine stained dress , trying to process this reality . If Mila had been secretly celebrating her birthdays with Sophie all these years , what other moments had they stolen behind my back ? What excuse would they use tonight ? Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!