I double-checked, then let out a snort.
Who would’ve thought that Jason Lee, my husband who’d disappeared on our anniversary, was with his best friend’s fiancée?
And here he was, bringing her to the hospital after their little tryst led to a ruptured corpus luteum and massive bleeding.
It was the kind of scandalous story you’d expect to read in a gossip column.
But it was my husband of five years at the center of it all.
Samantha Hill was clearly distressed, her face flushed with embarrassment, but still, she called out for Jason.
“Jason, I want Jason with me!”
“Doctor, please… let my husband stay. I’m scared… I’m really scared.”
I pushed her hand away, my tone cold. “That’s not allowed.”
But she shoved aside the anesthesiologist who tried to help her.
“Then I won’t do it. I’ll die right here on your table and let’s see who gets scared.”
The room went still as the staff exchanged glances.
Finally, the department head sighed and relented. He let Jason in, but only on the condition that he sanitize properly and stay with her.
Jason didn’t waste a second. As soon as he entered, he grabbed Samantha’s hand.
“It’s my fault,” he murmured. “I shouldn’t have been so rough. How could I forget you’re pregnant?”
Samantha shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “I asked for this. It’s not on you.”
Jason sighed dramatically. “Let’s just put the blame on your charm.”
The scalpel in my hand trembled at his words.
Jason shot me an incredulous look. “Who’s this doctor? He looks like he’s barely holding it together… and he’s the one in charge of the surgery?”
I looked up, and in that moment, the entire room seemed to fall into a quiet hush.
Jason didn’t even recognize me. He pointed to my head and sneered, “If anything happens to my wife, I’ll sue you for everything you’ve got.”
Your wife?
Jason, you could’ve gone to a top gynecological clinic, but instead, you came to a far-off hospital, just to avoid running into me, right?
But fate had other plans. I was here for an exchange, just in time to meet you—the husband who’d disappeared for an entire day.
This hospital had no clue you were my husband. So, naturally, you strutted in and boldly claimed you were Samantha’s.
My lips curled into a sneer, and it clearly irked Jason, though he dared not say more, probably due to the other doctors’ warnings. He just kept staring at me, helplessly.
After the surgery, as I was stepping off the operating table, I overheard Jason in the hallway, talking on the phone.
“Just pick up something nice for Emily Green. Tell her I’m off on a business trip, and won’t be back. She can have her anniversary all to herself.”
“And while you’re at it, let her know I’m gone for a few days. Don’t let her blow up my phone.”
The call ended, and my phone buzzed with a message from his assistant.
A bouquet had been sent, along with a reservation for two at a fancy restaurant.
