I could not accept this fate!
Just as I was about to surrender, a clear voice broke through the desperate silence.
“Doctor, we found the patient’s husband! He’s in Ward 302 with another pregnant woman.”
“What?” The doctor raised his voice in disbelief.
“His wife is in critical condition, and he’s keeping another woman company? This is outrageous!”
I couldn’t make out what came next as another wave of intense pain hit me, and I lost consciousness completely.
When I awoke again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, utterly drained.
The ward was empty. A moment later, the door opened, and Raymond walked in. He carried an insulated container, his face showing a trace of fatigue. “You’re awake? How are you feeling?”
I stared at him coldly, saying nothing.
He placed the container on the bedside table and removed the lid. The aroma of chicken noodle soup wafted out.
“I made chicken noodle soup. You should drink it while it’s hot.”
It was barely chicken noodle soup–just clear broth without even a shred of chicken meat or noodles.
I smiled sarcastically. This was just another hollow gesture of care.
“Raymond, once I recover, let’s get a divorce.”
Raymond froze, then furrowed his brows. “Don’t be ridiculous. We can have another child.”
“Victoria pushed me. That’s why I miscarried.” I looked at him expressionlessly, uttering each word.
Raymond’s expression changed. “Minnie, what nonsense are you talking about? Vicky would never do such a thing.”
