02
As my consciousness returned, the sharp scent of disinfectant filled my senses.
I opened my eyes, trembling.
The sterile decor of the hospital room came into focus, and memories of what had happened surged through my mind.
My hand instinctively went to my belly.
The next second, my heart sank.
The baby was gone. My belly was flat and empty.
I struggled to sit up, and Sean noticed immediately. He rushed over, his face full of feigned concern.
“Trish, don’t get too worked up. You’ve just had surgery. Now, you need to stay calm.”
Before I could process his words, Judy appeared beside him.
Her face, too, was full of false sympathy, but her words were sharp and cruel.
“Trish, you really shouldn’t get upset, especially after having your uterus removed. What if you have another relapse?”
I stared at her in disbelief, my heart pounding wildly.
Her words echoed in my mind like a deafening roar.
Why? Why would they remove my uterus?
Sean’s voice cut through my thoughts, calm and matter–of–fact.
“I thought pregnancy was too hard on you, and as your husband, I have the right to make decisions for your health. You shouldn’t have to go through that again.”
“And besides,” he added, “I’m a doctor. You should trust me.”
His words felt distant, growing fainter as the weight of everything crashed down on me.
My vision blurred, and darkness swallowed me once again.
The sharp, piercing alarm of the monitor beside my bed echoed through the room as my vital signs plummeted.
However, Sean didn’t even react.
The attending doctor rushed in, panic evident on his face. But when he saw Sean standing there as if nothing happened, he froze.
Sean was the hospital’s most renowned surgeon.
But now, he chose not to intervene. It was almost unbelievable.
A fleeting look of regret flashed across Sean’s face before it vanished.
“You’re her attending physician,” Sean said. “I shouldn’t overstep.”
I was wheeled into the operating room again.
Sean stood by the door, staring at me expressionlessly.
Even in my unconscious state, I could still hear their voices.
Judy leaned against Sean’s shoulder, her laughter cold and mocking.
“Look at Trish now. She’s such a pathetic old hag. I don’t know what you ever saw in her.”
Sean stroked Judy’s face, his gaze filled with affection.
“She clung to me like a leech. I’d never have looked twice at someone like her if she hadn’t.”
Each word stabbed into my heart like a blade.
Clung to him? It wasn’t me who pursued Sean; it was him who had relentlessly pursued me.
Back then, he was a broke nobody, struggling just to make ends meet.
As for his dreams? He had dreams of studying abroad but couldn’t afford it.
That was why he decided to win my heart. It was all for my money.
Yet gradually, I fell for his gentle words and tender facade.
He had admitted as much to me during one of his “honest” moments, and I, foolishly, chose to believe him.
Over the years, I gave him everything: money, connections, and unwavering support.
It was me who helped him rise to the position he held now with countless donations and my network.
And now he dared to say I clung to him?
As the anesthesia took hold, my last shred of consciousness slipped away.
Even then, I clung to a fragile hope.
Sean had once told me he loved me deeply.
When I opened my eyes again, the sterile smell of disinfectant overwhelmed me.
Another wound marked my body.
Instinctively, my hands moved to my belly, my eyes brimming with tears.
My baby was gone.
And I would never carry another.
Sean had decided to remove my uterus without my consent, all while pretending it was “for my own good.”
