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megaphone.
Just as I was about to press the button, Dr. Hayes shouted at the top of his lungs,
“Enough! Can you just listen to me for once?”
“Claire’s been calling the ER nonstop every time she couldn’t reach me. She never even mentioned what was wrong, just demanded to speak to me. Everyone knows how busy doctors get; we don’t have time to look at our phones!”
“Later, when I got back to the department, my colleagues told me about it. I went home and tried to reason with her, even warned her not to abuse the
emergency hotline. Using it for personal reasons could cost someone their life!”
“She pretended to agree, but clearly, she never listened. Every time she couldn’t reach me, she dialed 911. My colleagues can testify to this!”
“This time, I left the hospital to save someone, and while I was gone, this accident happened! Because of past incidents, they thought she was just crying wolf again.”
He turned to the nurse who had taken my
the
Their eyes met, and she immediately nodded, steppi ccident, giving her a look that begged for confirmation.
forward to speak to the reporters.
“That’s right. She’s called several times before. We were all incredibly busy, and we were afraid that answering Dr. Hayes’s personal calls would delay someone who truly needed help, so we thought this time was just another misunderstanding.”
They dismissed a life so casually, turning it into a simple “boy who cried wolf” story.
Without hesitation, I switched on the megaphone.
A loud, clear voice cut through the murmurs of the
crowd.
“They’re lying! I’m the person from the crash in the video, and I can tell you right
another woman when I crashed, and his colleague covered for him.”
“As for his claims that I frequently called the emergency line? Complete nonsense! I challenge Those logs are indisputable and can’t be erased!”
they just said is false. My husband was off with
yone to pull up the call records from the phone company.
The moment I finished speaking, Dr. Hayes’s eyes widened in fury, almost bulging from their
social
He never expected me to confront him like this in public.
In the past, if anything threatened his career, I would have backed down without hesitation.
No matter how much I had suffered, a half–hearted explanation from him would have been enough for me to forgive him.
I would have pretended like nothing had ever happened.
Even when he canceled our anniversary dinner to “perform an emergency surgery” that was actually a ploy to buy Lily a gift.
Even when he missed my parents‘ funeral, claiming he had hospital meetings, only to be vacationing with her instead.
I had been too afraid to give up on our relationship, too afraid to abandon all the love and sincerity I had poured into it.
So I stepped back, again and again, finding excuses for him each time.
Looking back now, I realize it was my endless concessions that had emboldened his affair over the past seven years.
I never once confronted him, never once showed him a cold face.
But now, all those years of pent–up resentment had erupted, shattering me into pieces, ready to burn him and his mistress to ash.
I spoke with such conviction that even though I hadn’t presented any hard evidence yet, the reporters began to shift in my favor.
Their gazes softened, filled with sympathy and pity, especially when they saw my flat stomach.
They understood the magnitude of the loss I had suffered–not just a husband, but a child, who had been nearly born but never lived.
They knew what that meant to a woman.
Despite the raw emotion in my voice, not a single reporter approached me with a question or tried to press me further.
instead, all eyes were on Dr. Hayes, whose gaze had turned venomous, his expression cold and deadly.
He looked at me not like his wife, but like an enemy, as if I had committed some unthinkable betrayal.
We were barely twenty meters apart, but I could see the tension in his clenched jaw as if he were grinding his teeth into dust.
That once–familiar face, now twisted with malice, no longer resembled the man I had married.
The silence that followed my words hung in the air for a few long seconds before the reporters erupted, rushing toward Dr. Hayes with renewed fury.
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Not even the hospital security staff could contain the chaos.
They bombarded him with questions, crowding around him, demanding answers.
“Did you ignore your wife and child because of an affair?”
“Did you use this accident to cover up something darker? Have the wrecked cars been properly examined for tampering?”
The questions kept coming, each more pointed than the last, until Dr. Hayes was cornered, his face growing paler with each word.
His lips pressed into a tight line as he struggled to regain control of the situation, realizing it had spiraled far beyond his grasp.
He had never imagined that our private issues would escalate to this point.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of avoiding eye contact, he stammered,
“I’ve already explained. I left the hospital because someone with severe mental health issues needed help. The patient called, threatening to end her life,
and as a doctor in the ER, I couldn’t just ignore her!”
“I was simply fulfilling my duties as a physician.”
“How does that translate into an affair? There are plenty of female patients at this hospital. Does that mean every doctor is having an affair with them?”
“Claire’s accusations are baseless slander! I can call the patient right now to explain. I’ve spent hours talking her down, and she’s finally stable.”
With that, he pulled out his phone and called Lily, making sure the reporters could hear everything by turning on the speakerphone.
The camera microphones picked up the ringing tone as he waited for her to pick up.
I let a small, knowing smile curl my lips.
“Who says I don’t have proof?”
“The proof is already online. Check the comments under that video. You’ll find what you’re looking for.”
I wasn’t lying.
Before I walked out of the hospital room, I had received a photo from Lily herself–one she had meant to taunt me with.
In the picture, Dr. Hayes and Lily were lying in bed, their fingers intertwined, and there was no mistaking the surgery scar on his hand, a permanent mark of
his profession.
Lily hadn’t realized that her attempt to flaunt their affair would be the final nail in Dr. Hayes’s coffin.
As soon as I received the photo, I posted it online. By now, everyone would have seen it.
The reporters immediately pulled out their phones and opened the comment section.
As they verified my claim, Dr. Hayes’s call to Lily went unanswered.
His initial confidence faltered, his eyes shifting nervously.
Over the next ten minutes, he kept calling, each time met with the same empty ringing tone.
His expression went from firm to frantic to enraged.
He clearly hadn’t considered the possibility that this would be his undoing, but his love for Lily blinded him to the truth.
He assumed she was just busy, that she hadn’t had a chance to pick up.
Desperate, he dialed again and again, his persistence slowly turning into obsession.
By the time thirty minutes had passed, the reporters were all waiting for his explanation, their eyes fixed on him like predators circling wounded prey.
Even the hospital director, watching from a distance, looked on with bated breath, waiting for the outcome.
The department head stood stiff, his lips pressed together in tension.
But reality rarely unfolds the way we hope.
Lily never picked up.
In the end, Dr. Hayes snapped, his final call rejected.
He threw his phone to the ground in a fit of rage, smashing it to pieces in front of everyone.
His eyes burned red with anger, the same fury he had unleashed on me in my past life.
The sight of him in that state triggered something deep within me, a primal fear. I instinctively took a step back, my heart pounding with dread.
I could still remember the way he had killed me, brutally, methodically, and now that same darkness radiated from him.
Dr. Hayes grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pulling at it as he screamed,
“It’s not possible! She must be tied up with something important. Before I left, she said we’d go on vacation together once she got better!”
Til try again. There must be something holding her up.”
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Dr. Hayes grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pulling at it as he screamed,
“It’s not possible! She must be tied up with something important. Before I left, she said we’d go on vacation together once she got better!”
“I’ll try again. There must be something holding her up.”
His words rang hollow, filled with uncertainty, as though he didn’t even believe them himself.
But it didn’t matter now. Even if Lily had answered and cleared his name, nothing would have changed.
The damage was done. Their affair was out in the open, undeniable.
If Lily did show up, it would only double the number of people being vilified.
No one would willingly walk into that kind of trap.
As the reporters grew impatient, the hospital director finally lost his temper.
He stepped forward, announcing to the crowd that Dr. Hayes and the nurse who took my call would both be suspended and investigated for their roles i the incident.
The moment the words left his mouth, Dr. Hayes collapsed to the floor, his knees buckling beneath him.
The reporters, having gotten their answers, dispersed.
The lobby quickly returned to its usual stillness.
Only Dr. Hayes remained, a broken figure on the floor.
The nurse who had been dragged into the mess ran after the director, begging for leniency.
Her once–arrogant demeanor from when she answered my call was now completely replaced by groveling humility. But no matter how much she begged it was too late–she had become a key player in this tragedy the moment she agreed to cover for Dr. Hayes. Her fate was sealed from the start.
1 steadied myself against the wall and made my way back to my hospital room. I had expected Dr. Hayes to turn his anger toward Lily after everything collapsed, perhaps seeking revenge on her just as he had done to me in the previous life. But instead, he followed me into the room.
Hearing his footsteps, I turned to look at him, and my heart nearly stopped. Memories of my gruesome death at his hands in the past came flooding back and I instinctively stepped away, gripping my phone tightly, ready to call the police if needed.
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the department head barged in. Dr. Hayes shot me one last venomous glance before leaving in defeat. Only then did I finally exhale in relief.
I quickly packed my belongings and checked myself out of the hospital. It was time to start fresh and find a new place to live. But before I had a chance to move, the news broke.
Dr. Hayes had been arrested for murder.
The victim? Lily.
She was found dead in her home.
I learned that on the day he left the hospital, Dr. Hayes went straight to Lily’s place. He caught her in the act of packing her bags, preparing to flee the country. Furious, he grabbed her, demanding to know why she hadn’t defended him, why she didn’t testify on his behalf.
As he dragged her toward the door, Lily coldly admitted that she didn’t want to be caught up in his mess. There was no salvaging the situation–his reputation was already ruined. If she got involved, she’d only be going down with him.
Already teetering on the edge of insanity, Dr. Hayes snapped. He couldn’t let her go. In a blind rage, he strangled her, watching her life slip away right in
front of him.
Afterward, he dragged her body to the police station and turned himself in.
The hospital quickly released a public statement, announcing Dr. Hayes’s dismissal.
Before he was sent to prison, he left a signed divorce agreement for me, along with a note.
he wrote that he owed me, that he felt guilty for the child I had lost because of him.
But what he would never know was that he didn’t just owe me in this life–his debts stretched far beyond that
What he took from me could never be repaid.
$took the divorce papers returned home, and once i had recovered, I sold the house
I moved to a new caly fat away from the pain and the memon
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