Chapter 1

I was about to give birth, but my husband Lorne was in a car accident and was in critical condition.

I didn't care about my own health and insisted on donating blood for him, just because he had the most scarce Rh-negative blood.

As a large amount of blood was drawn out of my body and my consciousness gradually faded, I heard his conversation with others:

"Doctor Stratton, you lied to Doctor Myerson that something happened to you, and now you have drawn a lot more blood than she can bear. She is about to give birth. Isn't this a bad idea?"

Lorne's voice was calm and calm.

"Fabiana had a heavy bleeding during childbirth, and the blood bank's Rh-negative blood was far from enough. I had no choice but to do this."

"But it is Felicity's blessing to be able to save Fabiana. At worst, Fabiana's child will also call Felicity mother."

But later, I smiled and told him that our child was gone.

He went insane.

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I opened my eyes to a stark white ceiling.

I tried to sit up, but my body was entirely drained of strength. After a brief struggle, I collapsed back onto the bed.

Seeing that I had awakened, someone approached.

Their tone was sympathetic.

"Doctor Myerson, you're awake."

I recognized the voice as the one who had been talking to Lorne while I was unconscious. I hurriedly asked:

"Where's Lorne?"

His expression became somewhat uneasy.

"Doctor Stratton is out of danger. He's currently under observation in the ICU. He specifically asked me to tell you that it's thanks to your blood that he was able to survive. He said he'll come to see you as soon as he recovers."

"He also said thank you, and that he'll love you forever..."

I found it laughable, marveling at how Lorne had gone to such lengths to deceive me.

It made sense, though. If he had told me outright that Fabiana needed the blood transfusion, I never would have come to the hospital.

That's why he fabricated his own emergency, throwing me into a panic. It's why I insisted on giving him blood, despite being eight months pregnant.

All because I knew he had the rarest blood type, and our hospital happened to have very little in stock.I never could have imagined that my own burning blood would be transfused, beyond all limits and without reservation, to the destroyer of my marriage!

It ultimately caused me to lose consciousness from blood loss.

He didn't consider my body at all, and...our child!

I was about to caress my belly as usual, but discovered that my once-protruding stomach had become unnaturally flat.

My hand, filled with tubes, suddenly froze.

The baby...was gone?

A nurse heard my hysterical cries and pushed open the door to enter.

"Doctor Myerson, you went into premature labor. It was a boy, but...my condolences."

Her words struck like a bolt from the blue, shattering my heart instantly.

As a doctor, I understood better than anyone that when the mother's body experiences severe blood loss and system failure, the fetus would inevitably be affected.

I had clung to a sliver of hope, praying that the baby's life force would be as tenacious as a seed.

But perhaps my sweetheart sensed his father's aversion to him, and so gave up his will to live.

I covered my face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Outside the door, a few nurses were chatting.

"Poor Doctor Myerson. She lost her own child, while her husband is celebrating a new life at another woman's bedside." "Doctor Stratton is really something else. You'd think he was that kid's real father."

"Shh, keep your voice down."

As if sensing something, I took out my phone and switched to my secondary account.

My main account had long been blocked by both of them.

What greeted my eyes were identical posts from Lorne and Fabiana, shared at the same time.

"Sweetheart, you've really put your mommy through the wringer. Uncle loves you, but he loves your mommy even more. We'll settle this score when you grow up."

"Surviving against all odds, thankful to have you."

The accompanying photo showed them holding the baby's tiny, wrinkled hand together.

Just like a family of three.

I once saw in Lorne's phone his search history for birth announcement captions. He had specifically saved this one.

I thought it was meant for when I gave birth, but it turns out it was used for someone else's child.

I laughed self-mockingly and dialed Lorne's number.

As expected, the line was busy. After a long while, a voice both strange and familiar answered:

"Dr. Stratton is severely injured and still unconscious. If there's anything, wait until he wakes up."

The obviously lowered voice was interspersed with a baby's cries.

The identity of the speaker was clear without being stated.I pulled the IV needle from my arm while responding in a somber tone:

"Alright, tell him that when he wakes up, I have something very important to discuss with him."