The boy my wife kept as a toy loved playing games about true love, and the ninety-ninth game involved kidnapping my son.
“Dakota Montague, I can’t stand any man near you.”
“I’ll cut him to pieces and sell him abroad. From now on, you’ll only have me by your side!”
I stayed calm and told my wife to call her boy toy and bring our son back, but she just rolled her eyes at me.
“Hunter Langford just loves me too much. Once he was done playing around, he’d send our child back. Don’t make such a big deal out of it.”
I looked at the video on my phone showing my son beaten nearly to death, then I turned and made a call.
“In Portland, what’s the punishment for kidnapping a child?”
“Break their hands and legs! Never let them pass through again!”
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“Erwan Carrington! Are you crazy? Hunter was only joking. Why did you have to make such a scene?”
“Call your people off right now. If he got hurt, I’d never forgive you!”
Through seven years of marriage, the woman I had once treated as the very core of my heart, Dakota, lost her temper at me for the first time, and it was because of her little lover.
Pointing to the video of my son with his hands and feet tied, my expression turned cold and frightening.
“A joke? Who in their right mind would joke about kidnapping?”
“Can’t you see my son’s face turning purple?”
Dakota, however, waved it off with complete disregard.
“That’s just a video effect. You really can’t tell? No wonder Hunter calls you such a fool!”
Right in front of me, Dakota took out her phone and sent that brat a disgusting message.
[Baby, where are you? Of course, you’re the one I care about most!]
[Come back soon, I’ll worry if you’re out there by yourself.]
Watching Dakota act like our son’s safety meant absolutely nothing made the veins on my forehead bulge uncontrollably.
Stepping forward, I grabbed her phone and called Hunter’s number straight away.
The name “Dear Husband” hit my eyes like a knife.
Across seven years of marriage, Dakota always kept my number saved under my full name.
Once I had asked her to change it, but she answered that only childish people did that.
“Dakota, I took that wealthy man’s child away. You won’t blame me, will you?”
Hunter’s voice came through the receiver, cutting into my thoughts.
Face cold, I warned him in a low tone. “Return my son right now. You can’t pay the price for kidnapping him.”
Hunter, however, only replied with mocking laughter. “Oh, so it was you? The old man Dakota hated.”
“Erwan, you’re old and dull, and besides some money, what did you ever have over me?”
“I’ll make sure you know that to Dakota, you and your son mean nothing! Even if I chopped him up and fed him to the dogs…”
Before he finished, I cut him off, my expression cold. “Touch my son and I swear you won’t see another sunrise!”
In an instant, Dakota’s hand slapped across my face.
“How many times have I told you? Hunter only acts that way because he loves me too much and gets insecure. You’re a grown man, why pick a fight with a kid?”
“Hunter, don’t worry. As long as I’m here, no one will touch you.”
“That little brat, do whatever you want with him, just don’t miss our date tonight.”
“I reserved your favorite rooftop restaurant to celebrate our hundredth day together!”
The two of them flirted shamelessly over the phone.
After hanging up, Dakota quickly changed into a tight skirt and black stockings, ready to leave.
Before heading out, she reminded me, “Hunter might be a bit dramatic sometimes, but deep down he isn’t a bad person.”
“Hiro should’ve been sent home by now. Go pick him up.”
