My Mil Called Me A “fruitless Tree” And Forced A Divorce. My Ceo Husband Handed Me $5m And Kicked Me Out In The Rain. Little Do They Know, I’m Carrying His Twins. Should I Disappear Forever?

The Storm of Redemption

New York in the middle of storm season; the sky always gray and heavy with water. That night a severe storm hit the city. The wind howled through the windows like a wild beast. I was sleeping when I was awakened by Leo’s sharp cry. I touched his forehead and panicked. He was burning like a coal. The thermometer read 103°.

I put cold cloths on him and an anti-fever patch but the fever didn’t break and he started having convulsions. Trembling, I tried to call the doctor but there was no signal. I looked out the window; it was pouring, the streets were flooded. I hugged my son, tears streamed down my cheeks.

At that moment the connecting door burst open. James rushed in, still in his pajamas, disheveled. “What’s wrong Eleanor? I heard Leo crying in a strange way.”

Seeing my panic he didn’t ask further. He touched his forehead; his face changed. “He has a very high fever. We need to get him to the hospital now, it’s dangerous.”

He grabbed a blanket, wrapped Leo in it, lifted him in one arm and grabbed me with the other. “Come on, my car is high, we can get through.”

We ran to the garage but it was flooded. The water covered more than half the wheels. The car wouldn’t start. No taxi dared to go out in this weather. James looked at our son weakening in his arms. A fierce determination shone in his eyes. He shouted over the sound of the rain, “We can’t wait. The hospital is a mile away. I’ll carry him, you take the umbrella and hold on tight to me.”

And he plunged into the storm. The water was up to his knees. The current carried debris and branches. James gritted his teeth and moved forward with a firm step, his broad back protecting the small creature. I ran behind shielding them with the umbrella. My tears mixed with the salty rain.

The road to the hospital never seemed so long and dangerous. In some parts the water was so deep that James had to feel the ground to avoid falling into a manhole. Suddenly he stumbled, stepping on something sharp. He groaned in pain, staggered, but his arms never let go of our son.

I was alarmed. “James, are you okay?”

He gritted his teeth, sweat and rain running down his face. “I’m fine. We’re almost there. Hang on, son.”

He didn’t stop to look at his wound. He kept going, limping, leaving a reddish trail in the water. Seeing his hunched back in the storm protecting our son with his own body, my heart of ice finally melted.

When the emergency room lights appeared, James was almost out of strength. He handed our son to the doctors and collapsed into a chair, pale and breathless. I looked at his foot. Blood was gushing from a long cut on the sole, staining the white floor red. In that moment I realized that this man was no longer the arrogant CEO who used money for everything. Now he was simply a father willing to give his own blood for his son’s safety.

The doctor told us that Leo had an acute virus, but thanks to arriving in time the fever had come down and there were no after-effects. We both sighed in relief as if a weight had been lifted from us.

Leo had to stay for observation that night. James insisted I go home with Hugo, but I refused. How could I leave peacefully seeing him limp with a bandaged foot? At dawn Leo was sleeping soundly. The room was quiet. James had fallen asleep in a chair by the bed, his head leaning against the wall.

I went over and put a blanket on him. The nightlight illuminated his angular face revealing the lines around his eyes and the sweat on his forehead. This man had aged. His former splendor had given way to the weathered worried look of a father. I sat across from him and watched him. The hatred and resentment that had consumed me for months seemed to have washed away with the storm.

I wondered if without this event I would have ever seen this real selfless James. Suddenly James stirred, frowning as if having a nightmare. He muttered broken words, “Eleanor… don’t go… I was wrong… don’t leave me…”

His voice was a whisper but it echoed in the silence sinking deep into my soul. Even in his dreams the fear of losing us tormented him. I reached out to touch his cheek but pulled my hand back. At that moment he woke up with a start. Seeing me he sat up straight embarrassed and wiped the corner of his mouth.

“I fell asleep. Did he get a fever again? Are you hungry? I’ll go to the cafeteria to get something to eat.”

I shook my head and looked at his bandaged foot. My voice was softer than ever. “Does your foot hurt a lot? The doctor said the wound was deep. They had to give you several stitches.”

He waved his hand. “It’s nothing. As long as the boy is okay, I’m happy.”

He looked at me with an oceanic depth and tenderness. “Eleanor, thank you. Thank you for giving me the chance to be a father, to make amends for my mistakes. I know the wound I caused you is too deep. I don’t dare ask for your forgiveness now but please don’t push me away anymore. Let me take care of the three of you, whether as a neighbor, a father, or the man trying to win you back from scratch.”

I looked into his eyes. I saw no calculation or arrogance, only raw sincerity. I sighed, got up and went to him, adjusting the blanket. I said quietly but loud enough for him to hear, “Rest and don’t talk nonsense. If you want to win me back you need to be healthy. Limping like that you won’t catch anyone.”

James froze for a second, then his face lit up with immense joy. He took my hand and squeezed it tightly as if afraid it would disappear. “I promise I’ll recover very quickly! Thank you, Eleanor!”

I didn’t pull my hand away. I left it in his. Outside the storm had passed. The first rays of sun peeked through the leaves, heralding a new, more peaceful beginning.