My husband was anxious to have a private meeting with his lover and suffocated his son in the car. He didn't repent afterwards.

My husband got a racy photo from his mistress.

He raced to the hotel, leaving our three-year-old son in the car.

Under the scorching summer sun, the locked car became a furnace. Our son suffocated to death.

When I told my husband the devastating news, he answered, panting, “Let’s just get the funeral over with. We can always have another kid.”

I was sobbing, choked with grief, but he was disturbingly calm.

“Chloe’s already pregnant. Once her baby is born, they’ll be our family’s heir.”