The Fatal Order: When My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Our Son Chapter 2

Thud.

My knees slammed heavily against the asphalt.

The entire street went dead silent.

Everyone stared at me in sheer disbelief.

Even the stoic head bodyguard furrowed his brow slightly.

Tiffany was stunned for a moment before bursting into a shrill, piercing laugh.

"Oh my god, you actually kneeled."

"I guess this little bastard really is important to you."

She deliberately extended her foot forward, the pointed toe of her shoe almost poking my chin.

"Lick it."

"Make sure you get it spotless. These heels were custom-ordered from Paris by Mr. Sterling. If you ruin them, you could never afford to replace them."

I lowered my head, staring at the dust-covered red stilettos.

Dignity meant absolutely nothing right now.

If it meant saving Leo, I would gladly die.

I closed my eyes and slowly leaned forward.

Just as my lips were about to touch the leather—

Tiffany suddenly snapped her leg up.

Her sharp heel kicked me viciously in the shoulder.

Caught completely off guard, I was thrown backward, hitting the hard pavement with a sickening thud.

"Hahahaha!"

Tiffany laughed so hard she was shaking. She held up her phone, recording me.

"What an obedient little dog."

"TikTok, look at this. Ran into a scammer today. She's so desperate for cash she threw away all her dignity."

Ignoring the searing pain in my shoulder, I scrambled back to my knees.

"I tried to lick it. Will you let the ambulance in now?"

Tiffany put her phone away and pouted dramatically.

"Sorry, I changed my mind. I don't want you to lick it anymore."

"I think it's too disgusting."

"You're just going to have to keep waiting for the lawyer."

I completely snapped.

"You monster!"

I surged up from the ground like a feral lioness protecting her cub and threw myself at her.

I locked my hands around her throat and slammed her against the hood of the Porsche.

"Let them in! Save my son!"

Tiffany shrieked in terror.

"Murder! Help me!"

Two bodyguards rushed over instantly, gripping my arms in a vice and ripping me off her. With a violent heave, they hoisted me completely off the ground.

"Let go of me! You murderers!"

I kicked my legs frantically in the air.

The head bodyguard walked over, his eyes devoid of humanity.

"You just don't know when to quit."

He raised his heavy, steel-toed boot and brought it down with devastating force directly onto my right knee.

CRACK.

A crisp, horrifying snap.

Agony instantly shredded my nervous system.

I let out a bloodcurdling scream, collapsing onto the asphalt like a sack of broken bones.

My right leg bent at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through my clothes.

Tiffany rubbed her throat, marched over, and slapped me hard across the face.

"You bitch! You dared to touch me?!"

"Beat her! If she dies, put it on my tab!"

Right at that moment.

A massive commotion erupted from the outer edge of the crowd.

"Ram them! Screw it, if something happens, I'll take the blame!"

An eighteen-wheeler fully loaded with cargo suddenly roared to life, its massive engine revving as it accelerated straight into the blockade of black SUVs.

CRASH!

The deafening sound of crunching metal echoed down the block.

The impact violently violently shoved the two SUVs apart, creating a gap.

The trucker hopped out of the cab, wielding a massive steel wrench.

"Even if I go to prison today, I'm not gonna stand by and let you animals murder a kid!"

The crowd was completely ignited.

Dozens of pedestrians surged forward like a tidal wave, using their sheer numbers to physically smash through the bodyguards' defensive line.

"Hurry! Get the medics in here!"

The paramedics sprinted through the gap carrying their trauma kits.

They rapidly strapped an oxygen mask onto Leo and lifted him onto a stretcher.

"He's lost too much blood! Pupils are starting to dilate! He needs surgery right now!"

Dragging my shattered leg behind me, I crawled across the asphalt and grabbed the edge of the stretcher.

"Doctor, please... save him... I'm begging you..."

With red, tear-filled eyes, the paramedic helped lift me into the back of the ambulance alongside my son.

The moment the ambulance doors slammed shut, I saw Tiffany furiously dialing her phone.

"Mr. Sterling! They assaulted me! And they took that little bastard to Sterling Medical Center!"

"You have to make them pay for this!"

Victor’s deep, cold voice drifted through her phone's speaker, perfectly clear to my ears.

"Don't panic. I'll make the arrangements."

"Sterling Medical Center is a wholly-owned subsidiary of Sterling Enterprises."

"I promise you, no surgeon in that building will dare pick up a scalpel today."