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751words2026-01-26 09:05

My father-in-law,Ethan’s father, George,was in a car accident, almost bleeding out.
Only someone with rare AB-negative blood type could save him.
In a panic,I called my husband,Ethan, this is my only hope in this moment.

But out of my expectation. His childhood lover,Sophie Miller,pick up the phone.
“Hey Claire,Ethan is very busy right now looking after my son.You know what, I’ll ask him to call you back later,Bye.”she said very casually.
I almost cried out, fall into despair, steady my voice,pleading,“Don’t hang up!George! Ethan’s father is in critical condition—he needs blood transfusion. Please tell Ethan to rush to the hospital immediately.This is a matter of life or death!I’m not joking at all!”
Unexpectedly, Ethan’s angry, disgusted voice cut through:“Claire! Why are you doing this every time you bitch?Didn’t you hear what Sophie said?I’m spending some nice time with her and her son.Stop bothering me or playing such dirty and childish jokes with people’s lives!”
The call got disconnected with a cold series of beeps.
When I tried to call back hundred times,his phone was already turned off,never answered!

George died tragically during the emergency surgery, filled with helplessness and fury toward his son.
Who is the one to blame for his death?Ethan ‘s beloved Sophie,this wicked woman!
…
“Hello, am I speaking to George Carter’s daughter?This is Riverside General Hospital.George was involved in a car accident ten minutes ago and is currently in the ER.He’s lost a lot of blood and urgently needs blood transfusion.”

These words hit me like a heavy blow,my head buzzing.
I don’t remember how I hanging up or how I managed to scribble down the address with my trembling hands.
When I came to my senses,I remembered that George had AB-negative blood, a very rare blood type, and my husband, his son, Ethan shared the same blood type.
And most importantly,I know he’s in town.
I grabbed my phone,dialing Ethan.He used to answer within three rings,but today,it rang endlessly.
My nose prickled,my eyes burning as tears welled up.
[Come om Ethan, please answer the phone, you are my only hope!]
His childhood lover, Sophie called him yesterday, now they were in her residence.
I shrugged it off,took deep breaths,calmly called my sister-in-law,Emily,explaining George’s condition. and even comforted her that George’s gonna be fine.
On the way to the hospital,I kept dialing Ethan’s number,my thumb turning red from pressing the buttons so much.
Finally, a lady’s voice answered,“Hello,who’s this?”
I checked the number—Ethan’s number.
“I’m Ethan’s wife,Claire.Who are you,I have something emergency to talk to Ethan!”
My voice shook with accusation and dread.I recognized that voice—Sophie Miller,Ethan’s childhood lover.
Sophie’s vicious voice came through the line,“Oh,Claire,it’s me,Sophie. Ethan is very busy right now looking after my son.You know what, I’ll ask him to call you back later, Bye.”
Son?
Their son?
They have a son during my marriage?
What was I,then?
A joke?
Her words stabbed my heart,paralyzing me with pain.
Anger and grief rioted in my chest,I feel like throwing up.
But I thought of George—the kind old man who treated mt like my father, cooked my lunches because I loved his dish,who’d stay up late knitting me a warm wool sweater for the winter.
Tears streamed down my face.
I must save George’s life!
Sophie,sensing my silence,cooed,“Claire,you okay?I going to hang up now.”
“No.Don’t!”I shouted.“George was in a car accident and needs blood transfusion right now.Tell Ethan to come to the hospital immediately—His life is on the line!”
Ethan’s voice roared,“Are you freaking kidding me? Claire! Why are you doing this every time you bitch?Didn’t you hear what Sophie said?I’m spending some nice time with her and her son.Stop bothering me or playing such dirty and childish jokes with people’s lives!”
The line went dead, replaced by the cold, mocking beep-beep-beep.
I’d known Ethan for ten years.He knew that I never lied;he used to trust me completely.
But once love fade away, even the most straightforward truths sound like lies.
I stared at my phone,hope snuffed out like embers in a storm.
Then it rang—It was Ethan calling!
Hope flared again.
After all. Even if Ethan hated me,he should be saving his own dad, right?
“Ethan,Dad’s at Riverside Hos—”
Before I could finish,his scornful laugh cut me off.“Claire,give it a rest.You’re just milking Dad’s favoritism,turning yourself into a drama queen.I’m not coming back,no matter what.Stop calling!”
He hung up.When I tried to call back again and again,his phone was off, never answered.
A bitter,metallic taste filled my mouth.
To the silent phone,I choked,“Ethan,you’ll regret this.”