While waiting for my prenatal check-up, a young woman behind me accidentally bumped into me. A faint trickle of blood stained my clothes. I gritted my teeth, clutching my agonizing pregnant belly, ready to call for help. The young woman, Chloe, cried, begging me not to: “My boyfriend is a famous OB-GYN. I promise your baby will be fine! I’ll call him down right away.” She quickly called her boyfriend. I heard him on the phone, his voice laced with concern: “Chloe, I told you I’d pick you up today. Why did you come to the hospital yourself? The first trimester is the most dangerous!” When her boyfriend arrived, I was shocked. Her boyfriend was my husband! When my husband, Daniel Miller, appeared, my stomach pain intensified. But his eyes held no one but Chloe. “Are you okay? Were you scared? Do you feel unwell?” Chloe looked up at him, her voice soft. “I was afraid of causing trouble for you.” Daniel ran a hand through her hair. “Chloe, I fought my way to this position just so you could rely on me. I want to solve all your problems, you know?” His words drained all strength from me. I couldn’t even straighten my arm to prop myself up from the floor. Amidst the gasps of the onlookers, I slid bonelessly to the ground. But when I was pregnant, Daniel was nothing like this. My pregnancy was fragile, and I bled often. I tried to be sweet, asking Daniel to book a VIP check-up for me. But Daniel just stared at me, his face blank. “Ava, you’re an adult. Can you stop causing me trouble every single day?” “I’m a medical associate professor. I have to treat all my patients fairly. If you want a VIP appointment, you’ll have to wait in line like everyone else!” “I’m up for a promotion next year. Do you think a ‘good wife’ would jeopardize that?” “Ava, you used to be so understanding. Why have you become so selfish since getting pregnant?” My heart felt like it had been punched. I stammered out an explanation. “I’m sorry… I just worried something would happen to our baby.” Daniel and I had been married five years. We’d gone through countless treatments, countless tests, and finally conceived this baby through IVF. After I got pregnant, I was careful every single day. But Daniel would say impatiently: “I’m an OB-GYN. I know best if there’s a problem with the baby, Ava. Don’t be so fussy!” It wasn’t until my face turned ghost-white that he finally sighed, softening his tone, trying to reassure me. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to our baby. Don’t you trust me? Come on, don’t cry.” So I swallowed my hurt. Every prenatal check-up, I obediently waited in line for two hours, not even daring to ask Daniel to accompany me, afraid of bothering him at work. But I never imagined he’d be spending that time with another woman! At that moment, someone in the crowd finally noticed me. “This pregnant woman is bleeding! She needs to go to the ER!” Daniel finally turned his head and saw me. He froze for a moment, then rushed over, trying to pull me up. With my last ounce of strength, I slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me!” But the searing pain made me pass out. I drifted in and out of consciousness, hearing Daniel’s frantic voice. “Ava, hold on, I’ll save you. I promise.” “Massive bleeding, high-risk miscarriage. Prep the OR!” The nurse stammered, hesitant. “Dr. Miller, you have an important lecture coming up…” Daniel cut her off. “No one else can save this baby. I have to perform the surgery myself. I’ll take full responsibility for missing the lecture.” My hand fell limp. Thank God. Daniel still cared about our baby. With him, I wouldn’t lose this little life. I don’t know how long passed before I woke up on the operating table.
I’ve always been sensitive to anesthesia. Daniel knew that. He would never let me wake up mid-surgery. A searing pain ripped across my belly. A dark premonition coiled in my gut. I struggled to prop myself up, only to see a stranger’s face. He was making the first incision across my lower abdomen. My eyes widened, and I shrieked. “Who are you?! Why isn’t Daniel performing my surgery?!” “Daniel said he would save my baby, even cancel his lecture for me! Why is it you now? You’re in the wrong place, aren’t you?!” The man was startled that I’d woken up. He quickly explained: “Ms. Miller, I’m Dr. Miller’s colleague, Dr. Evans. Your situation is critical. If we don’t operate now, you might even lose your uterus.” “Before you went into surgery, a patient named Chloe fainted from stress, and Dr. Miller went to stabilize her pregnancy.” “Dr. Miller said her number was before yours. He couldn’t break protocol, even for his wife. But he was very responsible, he said, and specifically called me in to operate on you. I’m the only one who can save your uterus.” But I wanted my baby. I could still feel a heartbeat inside me. My baby hadn’t even seen the world. He’d fought so hard to grow this big, and I hadn’t even had the chance to name him ‘Jumpy’. I refused to let him die like this. I bit down hard, pushed the doctor away, clutching my profusely bleeding stomach. I gritted my teeth against the searing pain, rolling off the bed, stumbling and screaming Daniel’s name at the top of my lungs. “Daniel! Get out here! Please! Save our baby! You promised you’d protect him!” “Daniel, I don’t blame you! Just save our baby, and I’ll pretend none of this ever happened, okay? Our baby, the one we waited so long for, he kicked your hand last night, remember? How could you forget?” “Please, don’t be so cruel! Please, I’m begging you, save him!” Strange looks were cast my way, and whispers broke out. “Is this woman crazy? Dr. Miller’s in surgery. She’s yelling for him to come out!” “She looks like Dr. Miller’s wife. But even a wife can’t be that demanding, expecting him to abandon another patient to save her first. How selfish!” But I didn’t care about their scornful words. I just kept wailing, over and over. The relentless blood loss streamed down my thighs, leaving a winding crimson trail everywhere I stumbled. Dr. Evans rushed after me, steadying my swaying body, pleading with me to go back. “Are you trying to kill yourself? It’s just one baby. You can always have another one with Dr. Miller, can’t you?” I gritted my teeth, stubbornly pushing him away. As long as there was one shred of hope for my baby, I wouldn’t give up. Finally, I found Daniel in another operating room. He was performing surgery, his face grim with concentration. My eyes lit up. I threw myself against the glass window, screaming. “Daniel! Our baby’s still alive! He’s still alive! Please, just this once, can you make an exception for me?” “I can’t lose him, Daniel. Please.” My hands were weak, so I pounded my head against the glass, begging him to see me. Daniel’s steady hand suddenly trembled. He slowly looked up, finally seeing me, disheveled and sobbing. I felt his body stiffen for a split second. I ignored it all, desperately pleading with him to choose me for once. But the next second, Chloe on the operating table winced. Daniel’s gaze snapped back to her. His mask shifted. A nurse came out, and without a word, pushed anesthetic into my arm. All strength drained from me. I slumped to the floor. The nurse turned to Dr. Evans, who was still trailing me. “Dr. Miller instructed that she’s sensitive to anesthesia, so use a heavier dose. If the baby can’t be saved, don’t worry about it. Just save her uterus.” “He’s at a critical point in his surgery. If you can’t keep this patient under control and she disturbs Dr. Miller again, he’ll make sure you fail your annual review.”
The OR doors closed again. I lay there, eyes wide open, silently crying, pushed back into the operating room, utterly hopeless. Consciousness blurred the edges of pain as I felt my belly being cut open, the child, my flesh and blood, ripped from my womb. Thrown unceremoniously into a biohazard bin, disappearing from my sight forever. My head reeled. The pain in my lower abdomen spread to my heart, a crushing agony that stole my breath. The stitching was quick. Dr. Evans wiped sweat from his brow. “Your uterus is saved.” “Ms. Miller, please don’t blame Dr. Miller. To him, the patient’s needs always come first.” “He’s never pulled strings for a VIP room before. This time, he insisted the nurses reserve one for his family. Dr. Miller really cares, and as his family, you should support his work.” Dr. Evans rambled on, defending Daniel. My hands pressed against my now-flat stomach, a self-inflicted wound. I gave a cold, humorless laugh. “So, I should thank him?” Dr. Evans awkwardly fell silent, pushing open the VIP room door. “You rest well. Dr. Miller will be by to see you soon…” He didn’t finish. My gaze flickered to the ward. Daniel was holding a sleeping Chloe, carefully wiping a tear from her eye. “I know you’re sensitive, you can’t sleep with any noise. I specifically got this room for you. Don’t worry about anything else. I’ve got you. Our baby will be born healthy.” Noticing the movement at the door, Daniel looked up. His eyes met my ghost-white face. His lips tightened. Dr. Evans quickly pushed me back out, awkwardly apologizing to Daniel. “I’m sorry, Dr. Miller. I heard you’d requested a room for your family, so I brought Ms. Miller here…” Even then, Daniel carefully settled Chloe before finally turning to face me. He even thoughtfully closed the door, so Chloe wouldn’t be disturbed. He rubbed his forehead, dismissed Dr. Evans, then finally looked into my eyes. “Ava, Chloe just got a shock. She needs bed rest to stabilize her pregnancy. One of my children is already gone. I can’t let another one be at risk.” “I know I messed up, Ava… But the most important thing now is for you to recover…” I slapped Daniel across the face. After the peak of grief, a terrifying calm settled over me. “How did you two meet?” Daniel turned his head, closing his eyes as he answered. “She was my junior. Chloe is very sweet. She knew I was married to you, and she didn’t want me to divorce you and break your heart, so she was willing to be with me without any title.” “She knew you were pregnant and always encouraged me to go home and take care of you. She even insisted I not accompany her to her appointments.” “Chloe has been through enough. Take your anger out on me. This has nothing to do with her.” Ha. I started to laugh, a bitter, broken sound, tears streaming down my face. So he’d already considered divorcing me, and the only reason our marriage lasted was Chloe’s pity. Daniel’s blatant defense of her was the sharpest thorn, tearing me to shreds from the inside out. I lunged at Daniel, scratching and biting him like a madwoman, yelling curses. “Daniel, I hope you rot in hell! I want you to pay for Jumpy’s life!” Daniel stepped forward, clapped a hand over my mouth, and then, impossibly, injected me with a sedative. “Ava, I’ll compensate you. But the hospital can’t know about this. I still have that promotion, remember?” “Hospital beds are tight. I already pulled strings for one room. I can’t ask for another. Just for my sake, please endure the extra bed in the hallway.”
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