Goodbye, My Unloved Ex-husband!

My best friend Jessie Bartlett and I both married into the Olsen family, and we got pregnant almost at the same time.

I married the top surgeon Koen Olsen, and she married Marlon Olsen, a handsome police officer and also Koen's younger brother.

On our first wedding anniversary, I got into a severe car accident on my way home from the hospital after picking up our prenatal check-up reports.

Jessie avoided the disaster because she was out buying us some coffee.

I was bleeding heavily from the lower body, lying in a pool of blood, my face pale with fear.

Trembling, I pulled out my phone to call my husband for help, but he hung up on me three times before finally answering.

His tone was full of impatience. "Can you stop making a fuss? Didn't you just have a check-up and everything was fine? Medical resources aren't for you to waste like this! Laurel Hoover cut her hand at home while changing the water pipes, and I still need to bandage her up. Stop bothering me!"

In the end, it was my best friend Jessie who saved my life when she came back with the coffee.

She called her husband on the street, crying and demanding justice from the person responsible for the accident.

But Marlon scolded her coldly, "Do you know the consequences of making a false report? I still need to fix Laurel's water pipes, so don't waste my time!"

The bystanders were too scared by my condition to approach.

Jessie, who was eight months pregnant, dragged me to the hospital by herself.

It was a full three miles, and she couldn't save her own child.

She even donated blood to me after her surgery.

When I woke up, I saw her pale face, and we exchanged bitter smiles.

"Jessie, I'm getting a divorce."

"Me too."

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After I woke up and made up my mind, the first thing I did was send Koen a message asking for a divorce.

To my surprise, the phone call that took three tries to connect during the car accident suddenly came to me.

When I answered, his furious voice came into my ears.

"Georgia Collier, if I don't indulge your nonsense, you'll divorce me, right? The baby was fine this morning, and now after one phone call, you've miscarried? Are you playing me as a fool?

"I go to work to save lives, not to play with you. It's just that today's patient happens to be Laurel!

"Can you have some common sense? She cut her wrist! If she's not careful, that can cause massive bleeding! That's a human life!

"My child and this divorce are not bargaining chips for you to threaten me with, so stop acting like you're fighting for a favor!"

With that, he hung up before I could say a word.

The hand holding my phone was still attached to an IV drip, and it now fell limply by my ear.

After three years of dating and one year of marriage, we even had a baby who was almost born.

I never imagined that everything would be destroyed by his unattainable lover, Laurel!

When we ran into each other at the hospital, she offered to call me a taxi, saying she knew I was in a special period.

I didn't think much of it and even thanked her for her kindness.

But then, while the car was driving smoothly, it suddenly made a sharp turn, causing me to crash head-on into an oncoming truck from the back seat.

The driver suffered only minor injuries and fled the scene, leaving me lying in a pool of blood in the middle of the road.

I had never been so terrified.

I was afraid of dying and was even more scared of losing my child.

I cried and trembled, finally managing to call my husband, only for him to hang up on me three times.

In the past, he would answer my calls even when he was working, because he knew I was pregnant and worried something might happen.

But today, when something happened, all I received was a cold message.

[Clinic shift. Do not disturb.]

Before I left, I glanced at the hospital's registration screen and knew his patient was Laurel.

Tears blurred my vision as I called again, refusing to give up.

He finally answered.

I could feel the convulsions in my abdomen and the nerve-wracking pain.

I barely had the strength to speak, "Honey, I was in a car accident at the crossroads of the hospital... Hurry up. Save me. Our baby can't hold on..."

As I spoke, I could even feel the blood gushing out of my body.

There was no response on the other end of the line for a while, and I could faintly hear Laurel's playful laughter.

Ten seconds felt like a century before Koen finally spoke.

"I still need to bandage Laurel's wound. Saving lives and treating injuries is my duty as a doctor! Can you stop making a fuss?"

After saying that, he hung up on me, as if afraid I would interrupt him.

But since when did a minor injury like a cut require an expert to step in personally?

At that moment, the excruciating pain in my body went numb, and a bitter smile appeared on my face.

Tears fell, mingling with the blood on the ground.

Just as I was giving up on survival, Jessie threw down the coffee and rushed to my side.

She glanced at the message Koen had sent on my phone and angrily sent back a voice message cursing him.

"Someone like you doesn't deserve to be a father! Go to hell! You and your unattainable lover should go to hell together! Don't ever show your face in front of Georgia again!"

Jessie saved me, but she lost her child in the process.