Immediately, he was wheeled into the I.C.U. where I wasn’t allowed entry, and less than a few minutes later, the doctors rushed out and broke a news to me that sent my knees hitting the ground. My baby underwent such a huge stress that sent him straight into cardiac arrest. My little baby was having a heart attack!
Life didn’t make sense. I couldn’t breathe. I clutched the doctor's lapels, hyperventilating and struggling to remain conscious as the doctors informed me that he had to be taken into the O.R. immediately or he may die.
That spurred me into action and I borrowed someone’s phone, immediately typing in my husband’s number, hoping he would make the best arrangements.
But when the call went through, the voice that answered turned my stomach into rocks. “Hi, it’s Julia speaking. Jaxon is currently indisposed.”
Shantelle’s POV
The sound of Julia’s voice, light and carefree felt like a hot slap on my face. Fury swept through me, threatening to overshadow my real concern. But I shoved it down. Anger wouldn’t save Enzo.
“Give me Jaxon!” I screamed at the phone. “Tell Jaxon to pick up his damned phone. This is an emergency.”
But only a cold laugh echoed through the receiver. “Honey,” Julia’s voice dripped with condescension. “Jaxon is in a very important meeting with me, helping me settle into my hotel. Can’t you see Jaxon is busy? Don’t you ever give the man some space? Clingy ass wives.”
Space? My son was on the verge of death and Jaxon was having some funny meeting with his so-called childhood sweetheart. “This isn't a social call Julia. Tell him our son, Enzo is–”
A deep voice cut in suddenly. Jaxon! But his next words made me shiver. “Julia, hang up the call please.”
The sound of a click made my heart fall to the bottom of my stomach. Julia had hung up…on my husband’s instructions. My hands trembled as I stared at the phone, a single tear tracing a hot path down my cheek. I dialed his number again, pleading to God… But the dial tone just continued until a robotic voice informed me that the number was unavailable. He blocked me. My own husband.
God, I couldn’t breathe. This was too much!