02
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed.
A nurse, with a sympathetic expression, informed me that the baby hadn’t survived.
My hands instinctively moved to my stomach, which now only carried the soft, loose skin–nothing but a fading trace of the life that once grew inside me.
Staring up at the ceiling, drained of any emotion, I reached for my phone beside the pillow.
I was about to send Dr. Hayes a message about the divorce.
But before I could, he called first.
I pressed the answer button, and before I could say a word, his voice blasted through the speaker.
“What’s with the rumors online? Did you start this? Are you insane? Do you realize how much this is damaging the hospital? You better take it down right now! I’m done with you! Do you even know that spreading false information is illegal? Why can’t you act like a normal person for once?”
“Delete it, or I’m divorcing you!”
Before I could even comprehend the full extent of his tirade, the call ended.
My nails dug into my palms as a wave of hatred drowned out any remaining sense of reason.
This time, Lily wasn’t in any serious danger, and he hadn’t done anything overtly wrong. I had no reason to report him to the authorities.
His words echoed in my mind, so I checked my phone, opening the social media app.
It turned out that a bystander had filmed the car accident that day and posted it online.
The focus of the video? How no one had responded to my desperate call for emergency assistance.
The ER department was being crucified online, the hospital’s reputation torn apart.
If it hadn’t been for the department head stepping in to take control, the backlash might’ve shut the hospital down entirely.
I searched the hospital’s official account, but it had already b
The ER’s failure had exposed a fatal flaw.
I had no reason to ask for the video’s removal.
In fact, I relished the fallout.
I checked Lily’s social media, expecting chaos.
deactivated after being flooded with hate.
Instead, it was the complete opposite–a serene portrayal of a peaceful life, showing no signs of the drama surrounding the hospital,
While I had been undergoing surgery, she’d even posted a new update.
“A perfect lover is the remedy for all mental illness.”
Seeing that, I couldn’t help but laugh, full of mockery and disdain.
I silently gave her acting skills a ‘like.’
This “perfect lover“? She could keep him all to herself.
Barely a minute after I pressed like, Dr. Hayes called again.
This time, I didn’t answer. I ended the call and immediately blocked his number.
Moments later, a notification popped up–he’d sent me a message.
“Why are you harassing Lily? If you’ve got something to say, take it up with me and stop acting crazy in front of her?”
I quickly sent him two words: Divorce me.
Then, I blocked him on the messaging app as well.
Outside in the hallway, I heard the clamor of voices.
Reporters had flooded the hospital lobby, demanding to interview the head of the ER department.
The medical staff tried in vain to stop the cameras, shouting for them not to take pictures
< To save his ex, my husband left pregnant me in an exploding car
The department head stepped out of his office to try and restore order, explaining that he was the one seen in the video.
But it was already too late to stem the tide.
The hospital director rushed over after hearing the commotion, but even his presence didn’t calm the situation.
Under the pressure of public outrage, the hospital handed over the coworker who had taken my call that day.
She was in tears, shaking as she tried to explain that Dr. Hayes had used her and that her failure was a mistake, not intentional.
Then, the hospital director called Dr. Hayes and gave him a half–hour to appear.
The department head, concerned about how the reporters might affect me, came to my room to tell me to stay put.
“They’ll handle it,” he assured me. “This mess was entirely our fault.”
I had barely nodded when the door to my room burst open, and Dr. Hayes stormed in, fury etched across his face.
He completely ignored the department head standing by the door, charging straight toward me.
He shouted, “Do you not understand what it means to explain yourself? You know exactly what happened! Stop spreading lies, or I’ll sue you! You’re doing
all this just to force me to divorce you, aren’t you?”
“Then let’s get divorced,” I said, my voice
calm
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eyes fell
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After a few seconds, he glanced ar
“Where’s the baby?”
Stomach, his expression
frozen
in
shock.
the
room
finally speaking.
I let out a bitter laugh, my
voice devoid of emotion.
“Dead. The baby died while you were busy saving Lily.”
Losing the child for the second time left me far more composed than I had been in
This was our first meeting since I had been reborn.
When I looked at him, my eyes held none of the affection I once had for him.
The seven years of love had evaporated, leaving only a deep, searing hatred.
The image of him mutilating me flashed before my eyes again, each scene playing
Under the covers, my nails dug into my palms.
I forced myself to stay in control, refusing to show weakness in front of him.
Dr. Hayes knew how much I valued and cherished our baby.
So when he heard what I said, his first reaction was anger, not belief.
“Are you joking? This is ridiculous. You’re taking this too far!”
my previous life.
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clearly as if it were happening right now.
**
Realizing something was wrong, he stepped back, glancing at the room number as if he had entered the wrong place.
He stepped back inside, his tone sharp, accusatory.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in the maternity ward? Why are you in the ER? What the hell is going on?”
The blame in his voice made it sound like I had committed some unforgivable sin–like I had wasted their precious resources.
The department head, who had been silently watching the entire scene unfold, finally lost his patience.
Taking a deep breath, he roared, “Is this what you think it means to be a husband? To leave your wife in this state and ignore her cries for help? How can I trust you to take care of patients if you can’t even care for your own family? Get out and explain yourself to the press!”
Dr. Hayes’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he protested with conviction, “Explain what? She’s making this all up! Just let her explain herself, and it’ll be fine!”
“What have I done wrong? My only crime was marrying a woman who’s gone completely insane!”
The department head, his face turning red with anger, bellowed, “Have you even watched the video online? Do you understand why you’re here today? If the video was fake, why would the hospital be in this mess? Do you think everyone else is an idiot except for you?”
“Do you think we’re all just sitting around doing nothing? How could you have turned into this, Dr. Hayes?”
His tone was filled with the bitterness of betrayal
It was clear from the stunned expression on Dr. Hayes’s face that this was the first time the department head had ever shown him this kind of coldness.
When he spoke again, his voice was hesitant.
“What do you mean? What video? Isn’t Claire just making things up online?”
Or. Hayes hadn’t even bothered to look at the information circulating online. The moment he arrived at the hospital, he had come straight to my room to yell at me without checking anything.
< To save his ex, my husband left pregnant me in an exploding car
I couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of derision. My expression turned colder by the second.
The department head, shaking with anger, pulled out his phone and opened the video, showing it to Dr. Hayes.
He hit play.
The footage clearly captured me crawling out of the driver’s seat window, blood covering the pavement, smoke billowing from the wreckage.
My abdomen, horribly compressed, had changed shape under the strain.
At the end of the video, the car exploded.
Dr. Hayes’s legs gave out beneath him, and he stumbled back, his eyes glued to the screen, unable to speak.
Two minutes later, he finally found his voice and turned toward me, his gaze no longer accusatory but filled with guilt and hesitation.
“So, the baby…”
His brow furrowed, and his pupils trembled. He wanted
to know the truth, but he was afraid to hear it.
I couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.
“What about the baby? Like I said, it’s dead. It died in the crash.”
“Did you already forget the video you just watched? With that kind of trauma, how could there be any chance of survival? You’re a doctor. Can’t you figure
it out?”
Dr. Hayes’s face turned deathly pale, his lips quivering as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.
He looked just as he had the night I found him drunk on the street after Lily left for abroad.
After several failed attempts, he finally swallowed and spoke.
“I rushed over without watching the video carefully. I thought it was fake. I can explain–I really did go out to save someone. It wasn’t personal; I didn’t
have any ulterior motives. You know how seriously I take my work.”
His words were full of desperation, but all I felt was cold, biting mockery in my heart.
Seven years of marriage. He had told me countless times that I had saved him after Lily left him, that I was his salvation. For a long time, I had believed it
too. I thought I was the one who could pull him from the wreckage of his past.
Yet now, when my life hung in the balance, I had to offer proof just to be believed. Our relationship had devolved into something indistinguishable from
enmity.
The department head, noticing Dr. Hayes had finally started to comprehend the gravity of the situation, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of
the room.
Before leaving, he spat one final sentence over his shoulder:
“Stop upsetting the patient. Take your time explaining everything to the reporters. The hospital is already in chaos thanks to you!”
“The director’s been covering for you all morning. If you can’t explain this, don’t bother coming back to work.”
Their footsteps echoed down the hall until they faded into silence.
Outside, the hospital lobby was packed with reporters, the once–empty space now a sea of bodies.
The staff on duty looked grim, their expressions tense.
This was likely the biggest crisis the hospital had faced since its founding.
Dr. Hayes was pushed into the fray, hastily introduced as the husband of the woman in the video, and a doctor in the ER department.
That introduction sent the reporters into a frenzy.
Microphones bearing logos from different media outlets were shoved aggressively toward his face.
The questions they hurled were sharp, cutting deeper with every word.
“Did your marital problems lead you to instruct the ER not to take your wife’s call?”
“Did you plan this from the start? Have the cars involved in the explosion been checked for tampering?”
“Was this accident intentional or a result of negligence from the ER department?”
Dr. Hayes struggled to answer, but with each question, the words died in his throat.
Sweat dripped from his brow, soaking into his shirt as his expression twisted in confusion and guilt.
He was trapped, unable to find his voice as the barrage of accusations closed in on him.
The reporters surrounded him, pressing in from all sides, their questions unrelenting.
Dr. Hayes was forced to retreat step by step until his back hit the wall
There was nowhere left to go.
< To save his ex, my husband left pregnant me in an exploding car
The anger simmering behind his eyes was close to erupting when I finally emerged from my hospital room.
I leaned against the wall for support and walked slowly toward the nurses‘ station, where I borrowed
