My social-media-famous sister-in-law came to St. Grace Medical Center late in her pregnancy, demanding I deliver her baby. I rushed to prepare everything for her delivery. During labor, I suffered an allergic reaction to something I ate. The baby didn’t survive, and I thought it was my fault. She went live on TikTok and accused me of killing her baby. My husband, Ethan Rivers, publicly claimed I was just jealous of her online fame. The hospital fired me, saying I lacked professional ethics. The police cleared me of intentional harm, but my reputation was ruined. Wandering by the Chattahoochee River, heartbroken, Ethan revealed he’d framed me to be with Raina Ward, my sister-in-law. Then he pushed me into the river. When I opened my eyes, I had gone back in time to the day my mother-in-law begged me to help. I sidestepped her outstretched hand, my voice cold and firm. “I can’t.” …… Content “Nina, I’m begging you! Please, save your nephew.” “Have mercy; this old woman is on her knees for you.” The icy water of the Chattahoochee River stabbed through me, the suffocating fear forcing me to gasp for air. “Nina, say something!” The familiar voice jolted me. I instinctively looked up to see a wrinkled face. The sharp scent of disinfectant hit my nose. Was I in a hospital? No, I remembered being shoved into the river. I had died. Then it dawned on me—I had been reborn. I was back on the day my mother-in-law, Dorothy Rivers, had begged me to deliver Raina Ward’s baby. In my past life, I had fallen for this pitiful act. I worked tirelessly for my influencer sister-in-law, but during delivery, I had an allergic reaction. The baby was stillborn, and I became the target of everyone’s wrath. Ethan Rivers, my husband, told the media I had deliberately eaten something to provoke the allergy and create an excuse to kill the baby. Dorothy accused me of being jealous because I hadn’t conceived in our three years of marriage. Raina told her fans I nearly killed her during surgery. Followers on TikTok mobbed me online: “This woman is pure evil.” “Someone like her has no place being a doctor.” “She should die. Who knows how many more pregnant women she’ll kill out of jealousy?” No one listened to my explanations. The police investigated but found no evidence of foul play. Still, St. Grace Medical Center fired me for “ethical violations.” Numb, I wandered along the riverbank. That’s when Ethan told me he framed me to make his relationship with Raina legitimate. Then he shoved me into the river. “Mom, please get up.” I fought the bile rising in my throat and pretended to help Dorothy to her feet. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of Raina. Let me call an ambulance to bring her to the hospital.” “No, Nina, we want her to give birth at home,” Dorothy protested, kneeling again, halfway through standing. “Mom, hospital policy forbids doctors from making house calls, and the hospital is safer, right?” Dorothy hesitated, but my firm refusal forced her to relent. Later, she brought me a container of shrimp and grits. “Nina, I heard from Ethan you didn’t eat much this morning, so I made this just for you,” she said as the rich smell of meat filled my office. Finally, I understood why I’d had that mysterious allergic reaction in my past life. That morning, I had only grabbed a Southern-style sausage biscuit. Ethan had gotten up early, cooked, and insisted I eat, but I had surgery scheduled and didn’t want to risk needing the bathroom, so I skipped it. The problem wasn’t Ethan’s breakfast—it was Dorothy’s shrimp and grits. I’m allergic to Cajun crawfish, though my symptoms are delayed, making the timing suspiciously perfect. In my past life, the symptoms hit right before Raina’s surgery. A shiver ran through me. What had I done to this family to make them conspire against me like this? “Fine, leave it there. I’ll have it later.” Dorothy reluctantly left, turning back repeatedly to remind me, “Nina, make sure you eat it!” I opened the container, took a small bite in her presence, and smiled.
In my past life, I had been so busy after a surgery that I didn’t notice Dorothy’s sudden shift to “caring mother-in-law.” I had thought it was genuine concern for Raina. Dorothy had treated me decently—until she found out I couldn’t have children. Then her attitude did a 180. What she didn’t know was that her beloved grandson wasn’t biologically hers—her son was the one who was infertile. “Thank you, Mom. It’s delicious,” I said, and she left satisfied. I finished the food and took an amoxicillin pill. I’m allergic to amoxicillin, and the reaction would serve as my excuse to bow out of the surgery. Soon, Raina arrived at the hospital, TikTok Live rolling as she waddled in. “Don’t worry, my lovelies. I won’t stop streaming while I’m in labor. My sister-in-law Nina will be delivering me. She’s, uh, strict, but I’m sure she’ll do fine.” She didn’t look like someone at death’s door as Dorothy had claimed. Raina’s glowing complexion and cheery chatter showed she was basking in the attention of her fans. Despite her enormous belly and unsteady stance, she was all smiles, chatting away to the camera. Someone with that determination could’ve done anything—why settle for a loser like Ethan? After we married, Ethan quit his job, claiming he wanted to “focus on family,” which really meant mooching off me. I cooked, cleaned, and paid all the bills. This morning’s rare breakfast from him had been part of a setup. Nina, what were you thinking marrying this man? Raina sat in front of me, and I began asking the routine questions. “How many weeks?” “Twenty-seven,” she answered. I eyed her near-full-term bump. “Are you sure?” “Of course! Nina, are you doubting Raina?” Dorothy interjected, nearly jumping out of her chair. Her hysteria confirmed my suspicion: Raina’s baby wasn’t Ethan’s. “I see, Mom. Don’t worry, I just asked because her belly looks different from others at this stage.” “What’s different? It’s not a girl, is it?” “No, no, probably just a big baby from eating too much during pregnancy. It could make delivery harder.” “Oh, thank goodness. Nina, don’t worry; Raina knows what she’s doing.” “Mom!” Raina interrupted, clearly annoyed. “I’ve just read a lot of books on the subject.” I ignored her and continued, “Have you given birth before?” Dorothy jumped in again, “No, she hasn’t!” Her eagerness to answer before Raina spoke made me suspect she was hiding something. “Mom, let Raina answer. Maybe you could wait outside. And, Raina—no live streaming in the delivery room, okay?” The viewers weren’t happy with my tone. “This doctor is so rude!” “Raina deserves better!” “She should be grateful Raina trusts her.” But I wasn’t going to let public opinion sway me this time. I scribbled some instructions and handed them over. “Alright, go for a checkup.” “Why?” Raina asked. “To check on the baby,” I replied, typing into my computer. “I don’t see any prenatal records for you, so we need to ensure everything’s fine before surgery.”
In my past life, I had believed Raina Ward’s words and ended up falling into her trap. I suspected that the baby inside her now was already a stillborn. Last time, she had injected herself with labor-inducing drugs right before going into the operating room. Only with our team’s frantic efforts had the baby been delivered—otherwise, both mother and child wouldn’t have survived. “Nina Woodson, what do you mean by this? Are you cursing Raina to have complications? What kind of doctor are you?” Dorothy Rivers shot up from her chair and pointed at me, her face red with anger. “Raina’s already in this state, and you still refuse to arrange the surgery?” Tears immediately welled up in Raina’s eyes, spilling over as if on cue. “Sister-in-law, I don’t know why you dislike me, but I’m holding on, supported only by the encouragement of my fans. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even have the strength to sit here and talk to you.” Her followers on TikTok erupted with rage. “What kind of doctor is this? Raina’s in pain, and she’s still stalling with tests?” “She’s just out to make money. A set of tests must cost thousands. Half of it’s probably going into her pocket!” “She’s scamming us live on TikTok! Imagine what shady things this hospital does behind the scenes.” “We have to stand up for Raina and expose this corruption to the world.” Raina’s phone pinged nonstop as gifts poured in from her followers. Even when some viewers pointed out that testing was standard procedure, their voices were drowned out by the mob focused on “justice.” Ethan Rivers arrived, storming into the room. He jabbed his finger toward me, furious. “Nina, you’re deliberately trying to harm Raina’s baby, aren’t you?” I opened my mouth to respond but quickly shut it. What was the point of reasoning with this group of idiots? It was a waste of time. “Brother, I need to use the restroom,” Raina said softly, tugging at Ethan’s sleeve. “Of course, let me help you,” he said tenderly, taking her hand as if she were the most precious thing in the world. The display was so nauseating I almost gagged. I couldn’t resist a snarky comment. “Wow, Ethan, you’re so attentive to Raina. Anyone watching would think that baby is yours.” The two froze mid-step, their backs stiffening. Ethan whipped around, glaring at me. “What nonsense are you spouting, Nina? She’s my sister!” Raina looked at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. “Brother, maybe you should stay away from me. I don’t want to upset Sister-in-law.” “Don’t pay attention to her, Raina. Come on, I’ll take you to the restroom,” Ethan said, leading her away. Dorothy didn’t follow them. Instead, she stayed behind, glaring at me like a hawk, likely afraid I’d leave the hospital or refuse to operate. Raina returned shortly, and I noticed her TikTok live stream had hit number one on the platform. The comment section was filled with hate for me and the hospital. Rumors spread like wildfire, and media outlets announced plans to cover the story. In my past life, this storm of controversy erupted after the stillbirth. This time, it was happening earlier. But I wasn’t going to let history repeat itself. I would make every single one of them pay for what they did to me. Ethan and Raina refused to get the tests done, demanding surgery immediately. I ignored them and focused on my phone. “Sister-in-law, my stomach hurts. I think I’m about to give birth,” Raina suddenly cried out, clutching her belly dramatically. As if on cue, my phone rang. It was Dr. Leonard Caldwell, the hospital director. “Nina, do you know what people are saying about us out there? You’d better get Raina into surgery right now.”
Oh, how could I have forgotten about Dr. Caldwell? Looking back, it made sense. Why was Raina allowed to livestream in the hospital without anyone stopping her? Why hadn’t the hospital stocked allergy medication? Why was I fired despite being cleared of any wrongdoing? Clearly, this was all Caldwell’s doing. But why he conspired with Ethan was still a mystery. “Dr. Caldwell, I don’t feel well. I ate the shrimp and grits my mother-in-law brought me this morning, and now I’m having a reaction. Could you send another doctor to handle this?” “Useless! I’m coming myself!” he barked before hanging up. Dorothy’s panicked expression didn’t escape me. I feigned weakness, holding my head. “Mom, did you put something unusual in the shrimp and grits? I’m feeling really unwell, like I’m having an allergic reaction.” “Mom!” Ethan hissed at her, his lips moving soundlessly. What he didn’t know was that I had studied lip-reading for years to better communicate with patients. “I told you to use less!” Dorothy slumped to the ground, playing the victim. “Oh, woe is me! I made you a meal out of kindness, and you accuse me of poisoning you? Do you just not want my grandbaby to live?” My back itched, and red welts began appearing on my arms. “Mom, did you add seafood this morning? I’m seriously allergic.” Dorothy and Ethan exchanged nervous glances, clearly rattled by how quickly my reaction was progressing. “That… that can’t be! How is it happening so fast?” Dorothy stammered, unable to control her words. Meanwhile, Raina doubled over in pain, unable to speak. I knew it wasn’t labor—her cervix wasn’t dilated. It was the labor-inducing drug kicking in. Raina’s fans softened slightly, seeing my visible reaction, but they still criticized me relentlessly. “She’s faking it.” “Raina’s mom seems clueless. Bet she thought cooking it longer would make it safe.” “What a mess! This hospital’s best doctor is out of commission. What now?” “Why isn’t another doctor stepping in?” I had a suspicion why. If no one else showed up, I’d be forced to operate despite my condition. If the baby died, the blame would fall squarely on me. Caldwell arrived in a flurry. He slapped me hard across the face. “What are you waiting for? Get her into surgery!” Dizzy from the allergic reaction and the slap, I struggled to keep my balance. “I… I’m having an allergic reaction,” I rasped. “Impossible!” Caldwell exclaimed, his face betraying genuine surprise before he quickly schooled his features. “Didn’t you take medication?” “I didn’t have time. Her family wouldn’t let me leave,” I said, glancing pointedly at Dorothy and Ethan. Caldwell shot them a glare of frustration, silently calling them incompetent. Then he turned to Raina with uncharacteristic concern. I suddenly understood. “Dr. Caldwell… I think I’m going to be sick.” I grabbed his arm tightly, digging my nails into his skin. “Find her bag!” Caldwell snapped. Ethan sprang into action, rummaging through my belongings until he pulled out a bottle of allergy medication. “Dr. Caldwell, I found it!” he announced triumphantly.
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