“Even now, you’re still trying to play the victim for attention? How pathetic. I already said Nessa is pregnant, and now you’re making up a lie just to compete with her?”
He turned to the doctor sharply. “Don’t worry about her. She’s fine. Nessa’s the one who’s hurt. She needs a full medical examination.”
At that moment, whatever strength I had left drained away. My grip on the nurse’s hand slowly slackened.
She gasped in alarm. “No! She’s fading fast!”
Quintus didn’t even look at me. He sharply said, “I told you—I’m her husband. If anything happens, I’ll take full responsibility. She’s just putting on a show. She won’t die. Focus on Nessa. If anything happens to her, which one of you is going to take the blame?”
With that, the doctors who had been tending to me hesitated, then turned away, redirecting their attention to Vanessa.
Only the nurse remained, gripping my hand tightly. “Miss, hold on. We will save you.”
I fought to keep my eyes open, refusing to let myself slip into unconsciousness.
However, my awareness began to fade, and I could feel the warmth of my blood draining away.
A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, and in that final, fleeting moment before darkness took me, I wondered why it hurt so much.
Despite spending seven years as his wife, when it came down to life and death, he chose someone else without a second thought.
In the haze, I heard someone calling my name.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in the emergency room.
“Ms. Jackerman,” the nurse said softly.
Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled as she choked back sobs. “Do you have any other family members we can contact? We need a signature for the anesthesia. We tried calling your husband multiple times, but he won’t pick up.”
A dull ache swelled in my chest. Quintus was probably too busy taking care of Vanessa. He didn’t have time for my calls.
“I’ll do it myself,” I whispered, forcing out the words.
Using every ounce of strength left in me, I gripped the pen and scrawled my name.
The pain was overwhelming, threatening to pull me under. As my consciousness blurred, I overheard the nurses murmuring in the background.
“Marriage really is a gamble. That pregnant woman we brought in earlier had a husband who treated her like she was the most precious thing in the world.”
“In contrast, this one is on the verge of death, yet no one is here for her.”
