Because of His Mistress’s Lies, My Child and I Died in Operation Table

Just because I was a few minutes late for an emergency on the day my husband's secretary gave birth, he called away all the doctors in the operating room while I was in labor.

He said coldly, "You said it was fine to wait a little longer! I'll have them come back tomorrow to deliver your baby!"

Three days later, he came to the hospital, and upon seeing the cute little baby in someone else's arms, he suddenly thought of me.

"It's been three days. Where did Regina go with the baby? Why isn't she home yet?" he wondered.

One of the nurses answered, "Dr. Whitaker had a difficult labor that day. Both she and the baby died in the operating room."

"Impossible! I left five specialists there! I told them to go in the moment Regina cried out in pain! How could she possibly die?" Tom retorted.

A young nurse standing nearby spoke up timidly, "Sir, right after you left, Miss Dawson said her old injury was acting up and her back was hurting. So she took the specialists you left with her. Actually, her back wasn't injured at all. It was only later, when we reviewed Dr. Whitaker's medical records, that we discovered that the person who rescued you from the fire wasn't your secretary, but Dr. Whitaker … "

——

Slap!

Tom slapped the nurse across the face and shouted, "Nonsense! Does she really think giving birth to a child for my family makes her so special? Now she's telling you lies about that fire in front of me? How shameless!"

"Dina jumped from the third floor to save me, and now her back hurts whenever the weather changes. I'm by her side every day, how could I not know?"

The nurse, clutching her reddened cheek, tremblingly placed the report in her hands on the table.

"But Miss Dawson's medical reports over the years have never shown any back injury. Meanwhile, Dr. Whitaker's reports show more than ten crushed fractures in her lower spine, along with severe burns. The treatment date was the very same day as the fire, eight years ago."

"It's all clearly written in this report. Please take a look." The nurse, with a slightly pleading tone, pushed the report on the table towards Tom again.

He glanced down at the stack of reports, then threw them directly into the trash can.

That man let out a mocking laugh. "Regina's tricks are getting bolder by the day. Now she's even learning to hide and let you guys stand up for her! But I'm not stupid! Eight years ago, on the day of the fire, I called her hundreds of times, but she didn't answer! If it weren't for Dina, I probably would have died in that fire!"

"Besides, we've been married for many years; I know her body like I know myself. Do you think I, as her husband, wouldn't know if she had a broken back or burns on her lower back? Dragging up something from eight years ago ... your Dr. Whitaker has become both malicious and stupid!"

My spirit floated above Tom's head, while a piercing pain shot through my empty heart.

Tom Lynch truly had never believed me.

Even though he'd seen me taking handfuls of pills over the years, noticed the strangeness in our intimate moments, and even witnessed me being wheeled into the operating room eight years ago while recovering in the hospital, he still refused to believe it.

He still insisted that the person who rescued him from the fire eight years ago was Dina Dawson, not me.

"Mr. Lynch … " someone tried to speak again.

But he snapped, "Enough! I don't want to hear it! Tell Dr. Whitaker this: she can come back to this family if she wants, but if not, she can die out there with the child!"

"Dr. Whitaker really is dead … "

Tom slammed the door shut with a loud bang. Amidst the deafening sound, he didn't hear the nurse's sobbing mutterings at all.

The moment he arrived home, he saw the room filled with things I had prepared for the child.