Misrecognizing His Savior, He is Heartbroken After DivorceChapter 1-2
On our wedding anniversary, my husband's "true love" was taken hostage by a criminal wielding a knife.
As an emergency doctor, I was called to the scene. But before I could process what was happening, Colin, my husband, pushed me forward.
“Go take Siena’s place,” he ordered. “She’s pregnant. She can’t handle this.”
I bit my lip and didn't listen to him. I couldn't risk my life for his mistress. However, before I knew it, Colin pushed me toward the criminal and swiftly pulled Siena into his arms.
The criminal was shot dead shortly after, but not before his knife pierced deep into my abdomen.
As blood pooled around me, Colin was already carrying Siena in his arms, frantically calling for the obstetricians to check on her.
With all the strength I had left, I managed to whisper, "I’m pregnant too… Please save my baby."
But Colin, with a look of disdain, spat out each word slowly, cutting deeper than the knife ever could:
“Do you even have a brain? Lying about being pregnant just to steal attention from Siena?”
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His words drained the last bit of light from my eyes.
Siena had only suffered a minor scratch, yet she clung to Colin, melodramatically complaining about stomach pains.
Colin’s eyes were full of concern as he reassured her.
“We need to check Siena first,” he told the doctors firmly. Then he glanced at me and intoned coldly, “If anything happens to her, I’ll take full responsibility. I’m her husband.”
The obstetricians hesitated, looking between me, lying in a pool of blood, and Siena. But Colin’s words were enough. After all, with Colin as the family member taking responsibility, it didn’t matter who they saved.
They hurried to Siena’s side, leaving me behind. It didn’t matter who was truly more injured—Colin had made his decision.
I lay there, slipping in and out of consciousness, watching as Colin tenderly held Siena. His concern for her cut deeper than any wound on my body.
Whispers from the doctors and nurses floated around me, stabbing straight into my heart.
“I can’t believe it. His wife is seriously injured, and he’s fussing over another woman?”
“And she’s not even hurt! It’s just a scratch!”
“Poor thing… What kind of husband ignores his wife like that?”
The pain was overwhelming. Breathing became impossible. I tasted blood in my mouth as I tried to call for help.