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976words2026-01-26 11:22

My husband's childhood sweetheart died on my operating table—two lives lost at once.
When Lucas heard the news, he kicked me in the abdomen.
"After ten years, Emily! You still couldn't let Vivian go—you killed her with your own hands!"

I collapsed in agony, but he stared coldly at the blood between my legs, his voice dripping with scorn.
"I was away on business for two months, and you're already pregnant with some bastard’s child? Well, now it’s a life for a life!"
I lost our baby in despair.
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"Please, Emily! I’m begging you—save Vivian, save our baby! I'm begging you, I'm on my knees!"
On our tenth anniversary,I was holding the positive pregnancy test, planning to propose to my boyfriend after work, when he rushed into my department carrying another woman, begging me to save her—and their child.

"Vivian Campbell?"
I spoke with difficulty, never imagined that Vivian and I would meet again like this.
But Lucas only had eyes for the woman in his arms.
Her profile looked somewhat familiar—pale and fragile, but with a prominently rounded belly.

My hand instinctively touched my own stomach.
Lucas didn’t know—I was three months pregnant too. I’d planned to surprise him with the news.
But now, it was clear my surprise wasn’t needed.
The first time I discovered that something wasn’t right between Vivian and Lucas was in his diary.
Initially, I was just curious—who even kept a diary in this day and age?
Until I realized that my boyfriend’s journal was filled with his love for another woman.
Anxious and flustered, I quickly put it back, trying to convince myself it was all in the past.
The second time was when I was browsing on Lucas’s phone and a notification popped up from Expedia.
On a whim, I clicked into it and found out that his so-called "work trips" every August were always the same country, the same city.
I didn’t need to guess who he was visiting.
The third time was on my birthday. Lucas missed it for the first time.
That was also the day, I found out Vivian was back.
But that same day, I had just learned I was pregnant.
For the baby’s sake, I decided to give Lucas another chance.
I never expect that him would be gone for two months.
And when he returned, he brought another woman—and their own child.
What about me?
What did I even mean to him?
Dazed, I looked down at Lucas kneeling on the floor, pleading with red-rimmed eyes, "Just save her first, Emily. I’ll explain everything later."
Numb and disoriented, I was pushed into the operating room. A colleague had to snap me back to focus so I could concentrate on the surgery.
But as soon as I began, my assistant suddenly screamed
"Dr. Johnson! It’s bad—the patient’s uterus isn’t contracting properly.! She's hemorrhaging!"
I jolted into action, pushing past the assistant to see the woman on the table—pale, sweat, her heart rate plummeting.
"Stat! Type and crossmatch! Epinephrine now!"
I barked orders while working frantically to save Vivian.
I had already performed three surgeries that day, and now facing this emergency, my hands were shaking—but I didn’t dare slow down.
Yet after over an hour later, Vivian's heart rate flatlined.
I nearly collapsed on the spot, drained. After resting for ten minutes to compose myself. Then, death certificate in hand, and pushed open the operating room doors.
"I'm sorry. The patient suddenly hemorrhage during surgery. We did everything..."
Before I could finish, Lucas’s eyes flashed red, and he kicked me hard in my abdomen!
"You’re lying! It was just a miscarriage—how could she die?!"
"Emily, you did this on purpose for revenge! You killed the love of my life—you murdered my child!"
I tried to explain, but a sudden warmth rushed between my legs.
I looked down and saw blood. Panic seized me. I grabbed Lucas’s pant leg and begged,
"Help me! Get a doctor! Now!"
I was only three months pregnant!
But Lucas stared at the blood on the floor, his expression turning icy.
"I was only away two months, and you couldn’t wait to get knocked up by some bastard?"
"This is your—" I struggled to speak, but he cut me off coldly, looking down at me with utter contempt.
"Perfect. Consider this a life for a life—payback for Vivian."
"No... please... save me… help our baby!"
As more blood pooled beneath me, I desperstely crawled forward, begging Lucas to call for help.
But he took a step back, watching indifferently.
"Help? You deserve to die, Emily! This is your punishment!"
The pain in my abdomen came in waves, until my vision started to blur. Lucas never softened—it was like he really wanted me dead.
Luckily, the operating room doors opened again. My assistant gasped and rushed to support me.
"Dr. Johnson! You're having a miscarriage!"
I clutched her arm tightly. "Save me—"
Without hesitation, she helped me up, but Lucas blocked the way.
"Don't you dare." His glared at me, not a trace of warmth in his eyes, "Vivian didn’t make it—why should you?"
My assistant yelled at him furiously, "Sir! If you have any complaints about our medical treatment, you can file a formal complaint! But if you stop me now and something happens to Dr. Johnson, I won’t hesitate to call the police for intentional endangerment!"
Lucas froze—and in that moment, my assistant pulled me away.
"Hang on, Dr. Johnson. I've got you."
I held onto her with all my strength, begging her silently to save my baby, but wave after wave of pain overwhelmed me, and I passed out.
When I woke up again, my belly was flat.
But before I could even grieve, the hospital room door burst open.
A crowd of middle-aged and elderly people rushed in, crying and holding up protest signs.