When the earthquake hit, I was trapped under the rubble alongside another woman. “She has a steel rod piercing her chest,” the doctor said, gesturing toward me. “She needs immediate attention, or she won’t make it.” Just as the rescue team was about to rush to me, my husband, Eric Blake, appeared out of nowhere. “Save her first!” he shouted, pointing at the other woman. “She’s pregnant!” I followed his gaze and saw the desperation in his eyes as he looked at her. But he didn’t know—I was pregnant too. The doctor attending to me called out urgently, “She’s losing too much blood! I suspect she has a clotting disorder. If we don’t act now, she won’t make it!” I nodded weakly, my vision blurry, silently begging Eric to choose me. But Eric’s voice was calm, deliberate, and unyielding. “I’m her husband,” he said, pointing at me. “If anything happens, I’ll take full responsibility.” Eric’s words made the rescue team hesitate for a moment, but ultimately, they turned away from me and went to the other woman. After all, with a family member willing to take responsibility, it didn’t matter who they saved first. I lay there on the cold, crumbling ground, my mind spinning with disbelief. Eric’s words echoed over and over in my head. The doctor and nurse working on me exchanged glances and couldn’t hold back their frustration. “Unbelievable,” one muttered. “His wife is critically injured, but he’s prioritizing another woman?” “And that woman doesn’t even look hurt,” the other nurse chimed in. “Just a few scrapes and bruises, but she’s acting like she’s the most injured person here.” “Seven years of marriage, and this is what she gets,” the first one added bitterly. “Her chest is literally impaled, and her husband doesn’t even blink an eye.” Their words cut deeper than the wound in my chest. I turned my head slightly and saw Eric cradling the other woman—her name was Lauren. His hands were trembling as he held her close, his face full of worry, guilt, and tenderness. It was a side of him I had never seen in all our years together. Not once, in seven years of marriage, had he ever looked at me like that. He wasn’t heartless. His heart just didn’t belong to me. It belonged entirely to Lauren. As my body grew colder, I realized I was losing the strength to hold on. If something didn’t change soon, I wouldn’t just lose my life—I’d lose my baby too. Summoning every ounce of energy I had left, I grabbed the nurse’s hand, my voice trembling. “Please,” I begged, “save me. I’m pregnant too…” Before the nurse could respond, Eric walked over, still holding Lauren in his arms. When he heard my words, his face twisted with disgust. “Even now,” he sneered, “you’re still trying to manipulate me with your little sob stories. How pathetic.” His words hit me like a slap. “You’re lying,” he continued coldly. “You’re just saying that to compete with Lauren. She’s the one who’s actually pregnant.” He turned to the doctor with a sharp tone. “Don’t waste your time on her. She’s perfectly fine. Check on Lauren instead—she needs a full examination.” I couldn’t fight anymore. My grip on the nurse’s hand loosened, and my vision dimmed. The nurse screamed, “She’s crashing! We’re losing her!” But Eric didn’t even glance my way. “I told you,” he snapped, “if anything happens, I’ll take responsibility. She’s just faking it. Focus on Lauren—she’s the priority here!” The doctor hesitated but ultimately followed Eric’s orders, leaving me behind to check on Lauren. Only the young nurse stayed by my side, her hand gripping mine tightly. “Hang on,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “We’re going to save you. I promise.” I tried to stay awake, but the pain was unbearable. Warm blood was seeping out of me, and no one seemed to care. As my tears fell silently, I had one last thought before slipping into unconsciousness: How could this hurt so much? Seven years of marriage, and when it came down to life or death, he didn’t even hesitate to choose someone else. I woke up in the ER, the blinding white light above me making me squint. “Hey,” a soft voice said. It was the young nurse who had stayed with me. Her eyes were red, and her voice wavered as she spoke. “You’re awake,” she said, relief flooding her face. “Thank God.” She hesitated, biting her lip before continuing. “Do you have another family member we can contact? We need someone to sign the anesthesia consent form.” I stared at her, confused. “We’ve been calling your husband,” she explained, “but he’s not answering.” My chest tightened. Of course, Eric wasn’t answering. He was probably too busy taking care of Lauren to even think about me. “It’s fine,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “I’ll sign it myself.” The nurse looked at me with pity as I shakily scribbled my name on the form. As the pain threatened to pull me under again, I heard the faint murmur of voices from the staff around me. “Marriage really is a gamble, isn’t it?” one of them said. “Look at the guy with the pregnant woman—he’s treating her like she’s made of glass.” “Yeah,” another agreed. “And then there’s this poor woman. She’s on death’s door, and her husband’s nowhere to be found.”
The young nurse’s voice was uneasy, and when she noticed the whispered remarks from the other medical staff, she quickly interrupted, worried I’d overhear. “Please, stop talking!” she snapped. But I wasn’t upset. In fact, I almost wanted to laugh. What would they think if they knew the man they called a “good husband” had abandoned his wife and unborn child to fawn over another woman? None of it mattered anymore. The only thing I cared about now was saving my baby. As the anesthesia began to flow through my veins, I caught the nurse’s gaze and whispered weakly: “My baby…” But before I could say another word, the darkness swallowed me whole. When I opened my eyes again, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled my nose. The lingering effects of the anesthesia made my limbs feel heavy, but the first thing I did was lift a trembling hand to my stomach. “You’re awake! How are you feeling?” The young nurse, now standing in the doorway, let out a sigh of relief when she saw me stir. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she stepped closer, pulling the blanket snugly around me. “Don’t worry,” she said gently. “The baby is safe.” Hearing those words, I exhaled deeply, my heart easing for the first time in what felt like an eternity. But the nurse wasn’t finished. She pouted, her tone tinged with frustration as she continued. “Still… I don’t understand. Your husband treats you like this, but even when your life was on the line, all you cared about was his child. Is it really worth it?” I forced a weak smile, one that barely reached my eyes. “The baby is innocent,” I murmured. “At least they deserve a chance.” The nurse paused, her expression softening with sympathy. She nodded slowly, though her pity was clear in her eyes. Without saying more, she told me to rest and left the room. I tried to let sleep claim me again, my body heavy with exhaustion. But just as my eyes fluttered shut, muffled voices drifted in from the room next door. The voices were unmistakable. “Eric, it hurts so much,” a woman whimpered. “Lauren, I’m right here,” Eric replied in a voice so soft, so tender, that it sent a chill through me. My lashes trembled. I stared blankly at the ceiling, my chest tightening. “Eric… the baby…” Lauren continued, her voice laced with fragility. “Don’t worry,” Eric soothed her. “I’m here. The baby’s fine. I won’t let anything happen to you or the baby.” His tone was filled with a warmth I had never heard before—a patience and care he had never once shown me. “Shouldn’t you check on her?” Lauren asked hesitantly. “Your wife… she seemed really badly hurt.” And just like that, the warmth in Eric’s voice disappeared. “Why should you care about her?” he snapped. “You’re too kind, Lauren. That woman is manipulative and cruel. She even tried to lie about being pregnant just to steal resources from you. Someone like that… if she dies, it’s what she deserves.” My mind went blank, and before I could stop them, tears spilled from my eyes. The steel rod that had pierced my chest didn’t hurt nearly as much as the words Eric had just said. I couldn’t listen anymore. I forced my eyes shut, trying to block out the pain. When my condition stabilized, they moved me to a standard recovery room. I decided to call the housekeeper, Mary, to help take care of me. The phone rang for a long time with no answer. Just as I was about to hang up, the door creaked open. Mary walked in, carrying a food container. Our eyes met, and I immediately noticed the awkwardness in her expression. She looked startled and unsure, like she had walked into the wrong room. “Mary,” I said slowly, setting my phone aside. “Why didn’t you answer my call?” She hesitated, gripping the container tightly behind her back. “I… I’m here because Mr. Blake asked me to come,” she stammered. I let out a bitter laugh, though I wasn’t surprised. Of course Eric had sent her. If he could insist on saving Lauren during the earthquake, it was no stretch to think he’d send the housekeeper to care for her afterward. I cleared my throat and smiled faintly at Mary. “Well, since you’re here, why don’t you take me for a walk?” Mary hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded, pushing a wheelchair toward me. We stopped in front of Lauren’s room. Inside, I saw her lying on the hospital bed. She was young and beautiful, with flawless porcelain skin and delicate features. Her arched eyebrows framed a pair of clear, innocent eyes. When she noticed me, she didn’t look surprised. Instead, she regarded me with a calm, almost entitled expression. “Mary, who is this?” Lauren asked, her voice soft but filled with authority. I didn’t answer. I just stared at her in silence. Mary fidgeted nervously before clearing her throat. “She… she’s Mr. Blake’s wife,” Mary said, her voice barely above a whisper. Lauren’s expression shifted instantly. She put on an exaggerated look of pity, her voice turning saccharine. “Oh, so you’re Eric’s wife,” she said, emphasizing the word wife with a pointed sweetness. “Please don’t blame Eric,” she continued, her eyes brimming with fake remorse. “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t gotten hurt… if I hadn’t been pregnant… Eric would never have left you to take care of me.” Her words dripped with mock humility, but I could hear the triumph hidden beneath her tone. I chuckled coldly. “Eric has terrible taste,” I said plainly. “If he likes you so much, he can have you. A man like that isn’t worth keeping.” I turned my wheelchair to leave, but before I could get far, I felt a sudden, violent shove from behind. The wheelchair slammed into the bedside table, and I was thrown to the ground. Pain shot through my body like fire, leaving me gasping. Mary rushed to help me, her face pale with panic. “Are you okay?” she cried, trying to lift me back into the chair. Behind me, Lauren’s voice was sickeningly sweet. “Oh no, I’m so sorry,” she said, her tone dripping with insincerity. “I didn’t mean to push you. I just got so anxious—I didn’t want you to misunderstand me and Eric.” Her words barely registered. A warm, wet sensation spread between my legs, and when I looked down, I saw blood staining my hospital gown. Lauren let out a dramatic gasp. “Oh no, she’s bleeding! Someone help! We need a doctor!” Her voice was filled with panic, but as our eyes met, I caught a fleeting glimmer of satisfaction in her gaze. They rushed me into the operating room, but this time, luck didn’t save me. When I woke up, my baby was gone. Eric was sitting beside the bed, his expression dark and brooding. For a brief moment, I thought he had finally realized what had happened. But his first words shattered that hope. “You shouldn’t have gone to see Lauren.” “What?” I whispered, staring at him in disbelief. Eric’s tone was cold and accusatory. “You brought this on yourself,” he said flatly. “If you’d just stayed in your room and left Lauren alone, none of this would’ve happened.” I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought back tears. He didn’t even know about the baby. And he never would. Reaching into his pocket, Eric pulled out a pair of earrings and placed them on the bedside table. “What’s this?” I asked, my voice hollow. “It’s for you,” he said, clearing his throat. I recognized the earrings immediately. They were a pair I had once begged him to buy. Back then, he’d scolded me, saying a married woman shouldn’t waste money on frivolous things like jewelry. So why now? Eric’s next words answered my question. “There’s been a lot of media attention on the earthquake,” he said carefully. “And?” “And… reporters are coming to the hospital tomorrow. I need you to let Lauren take your place for the interview. She’ll pretend to be my wife.” Chapter 4 Eric’s shameless words disgusted me to the core. I couldn’t hold back and asked coldly, “And how exactly am I supposed to ‘let’ someone else be me?” Eric glanced at me, his tone calm, as if he’d already planned everything. “I’ve already taken care of it. The medical records have been swapped. No one will ever find out.” I stayed silent. Seeing my lack of response, Eric softened his voice, mistaking my silence for hesitation. “I know you’ve always wanted a child. Once you recover, we’ll have another one. I promise.” He leaned in slightly, his tone almost coaxing. “You know, my company is about to go public. This kind of publicity is exactly what we need to solidify its reputation. And with Lauren being a public figure, her involvement will draw even more attention.” He paused, as if delivering the final pitch of a business deal. “If we handle this right, it’ll be a win-win for all of us. This is for the greater good.” I couldn’t help but laugh—cold and bitter. Of course, even now, Eric’s only thoughts were for Lauren and himself. Not once, not for a single moment, had he considered me. “Fine,” I said flatly, nodding without hesitation. Relief washed over his face as he grabbed my hand, his voice suddenly filled with faux affection. “Thank you for understanding. We’re in this together, aren’t we? When I succeed, you’ll benefit too.” He stood up, patting my hand like a business partner sealing a deal. “Get some rest. I’ll check on you later.” But the irony was, he never came back. By the morning of the interview, Eric hadn’t visited once. Through some inquiries, I found out the press conference was being held in the hospital’s main hall. Ignoring the pain coursing through my still-healing body, I dragged myself there, timing my arrival perfectly. When I reached the crowded hall, reporters had already packed the space, their cameras clicking nonstop. Through the sea of people, I spotted Eric immediately. He was standing beside Lauren, who sat demurely in a wheelchair. Lauren had dressed herself to look as if she’d barely survived the disaster—her face pale, her arm in a sling, and a thin blanket draped over her lap. Eric stood behind her, his hands resting protectively on the wheelchair handles. They looked every bit the perfect, loving couple. Reporters swarmed them, microphones thrust forward as questions flew. “Ms. Hayes,” one reporter asked, “you’ve been through so much. Who would you say you’re most grateful to for surviving this ordeal?” Lauren gave a faint, angelic smile, her voice soft and delicate. “I want to thank the doctors who saved me. Without their incredible efforts, neither I nor my baby would be here today.” She paused strategically, her hand brushing over her stomach, before continuing: “But most of all, I want to thank my partner. During those life-and-death moments, his unwavering support gave me the strength to hold on.” The crowd erupted into applause, voices rising in admiration. “How inspiring! Your love must have only grown stronger through this experience.” “Absolutely. With so many families torn apart by the earthquake, it’s a miracle that the three of you made it out alive. You’re truly blessed.” Another reporter turned to Eric, their voice brimming with praise. “Mr. Blake, not only are you a successful businessman, but you’re also a devoted husband. You’re an inspiration to men everywhere. Do you have any advice for others on how to balance work and love so perfectly?” Eric, ever the performer, bent slightly toward the microphone. He looked down at Lauren with a gaze so tender it made me sick to my stomach. He cleared his throat, preparing to deliver yet another well-rehearsed line. But before he could say a word, I stepped forward. Pushing through the crowd, I walked directly toward him, clutching the item I had brought with me. The room fell silent as I approached, my every step echoing in the tense air. And then, without hesitation— SLAP! The sound of my palm striking Eric’s face echoed through the hall. He stumbled back, nearly losing his balance, his hand flying to his cheek in shock. The room erupted into chaos. Reporters gasped, their cameras whirring as they turned to capture the scene. “Lydia, what the hell are you doing?!” Eric shouted, his voice a mix of anger and disbelief. But I didn’t look at him. My gaze was locked on Lauren, who stared at me wide-eyed, frozen in her wheelchair. I pointed directly at her, my voice sharp and unyielding. “She’s your wife?” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “Then who am I? Did you ever stop to think about our child?” Eric’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. Before he could respond, I reached into my arms and tore away the black cloth I’d been holding. Gasps filled the room as I revealed the small, square box underneath. It was a child’s urn.
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