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The impact of the fall was too severe and the hospital steps were steep. The child in my
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12:11 Wed, 29 Jan
I Was Eight–Month–Pregnant and My Husband Told Me to Cook
womb was already dead before it could be born.
65%
Before surgery even began, I started hemorrhaging. In my semi–conscious state, I heard the panicked voices of doctors requesting blood bags. However, the nurse replied helplessly, “There
is none in stock, Doctor!”
For a moment, I thought maybe dying wouldn’t be so bad. At least I would not have to face my parents after this abortion.
One wrong choice had almost ruined my entire youth.
I didn’t know which kind–hearted person donated blood to me and my cold body began to
warm up again under the emergency treatment.
The doctor finally sighed in relief. “Her life is saved. Begin the procedure.”
My flesh was soon cut open and torn apart.
The scars Jenny ridiculed like maggots crawling became completely extremely frightening
this time.
The unborn child was finally removed from my body.
When they were stitching me up, the anesthesia wore off and I fainted from the pain.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a general ward. A doctor was standing by my bed
and watching my condition closely.
The moment he saw me awake, he asked anxiously, “Miss London, when you scheduled
your procedure, you said your husband had died. However, who’s the man outside who claimed
to be your spouse?”
Following her gaze, I painfully turned my head. There he was, Theo, standing in the hallway with bloodshot eyes.
“I don’t know him, I don’t recognize him,” I replied coldly. “He must be delusional. Besides, if he doesn’t have a marriage certificate, he is a liar.”
The doctor hesitated for two seconds and glanced at the medical chart in his hand. “The man had donated a significant amount of blood for your surgery. The hospital’s blood bank was empty of its stock, so the man gave almost half of his blood.”
“It’s the least he could do,” I said and shut my eyes as exhaustion overtook me. “I fell down
those stairs because of him.”
The doctor did not want to argue any further, so he left the room to avoid disturbing my
recovery.
I saw him exchange a few words with Theo. The man’s face paled and he tried to defend himself before he finally left.
The memory of him pushing me on those stairs replayed in my mind. Seeing him now made
me nauseous.
I thought niirm. any ha~inning
