Chapter 2
“I’m sorry, sir, but what kind of surgery a
patient has is private information. We’re
obligated to keep it confidential.”
The nurse’s answer didn’t satisfy Ryan. He
pressed, sweat beading on his forehead.
“I’m her husband. I have a right to know what
surgery she’s having!”
“If you’re her husband, you should already
know. You don’t need to ask us.”
His panic grew. He pounded on the closed
operating room door.
“Open this door! Open it!”
His eyes were red. The image he’d glimpsed
kept flashing in his mind. The surgery was underway and couldn’t be stopped.
Two security guards dragged Ryan away. Lying on the operating table, numb, I faintly
heard Ryan’s shouts. A satisfied smile
touched my lips before I drifted off.
I woke up to Ryan at my bedside. He looked like he’d been there for hours, his eyes
bloodshot. He reached for my forehead.
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I recoiled, pulling away.
He froze, his voice trembling.
“You’re… avoiding me? Why?”
He actually had the nerve to ask!
I said nothing. Fear flickered across his face.
“Honey… why aren’t you talking?”
“Is there any point?”
My voice was hoarse. His lips tightened.
Something was slipping away from him. He
changed the subject.
“Honey… what… what kind of surgery did
you have?”
Despite his efforts, I saw his panic and fear.
“Don’t you already know? Are you too scared
to face the truth?”
He slumped back in the chair, the screech of
metal against the floor echoing in the room.
He gasped for air, his eyes filled with
disbelief.
How could I have done this? This baby… it
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was so precious to both of us.
He stood, staring at me, yelling.
“Why, Samantha? Why did you abort the
baby? You knew my health wasn’t good, that this baby was so hard to come by. Why?”
I smiled, a brilliant, triumphant smile. He
finally knew heartbreak.
When I could breathe again, I grew cold.
“Why? Ryan, why?”
“A child who isn’t loved shouldn’t exist. Why
should he suffer? Why should he face the
world’s scorn? Be rejected by his own father? Looked down upon by his family?”
“If no one wants him, then it’s better this
way. It saves everyone trouble.”
My words left him slumped on the floor. He
covered his face, shaking his head.
“No, it’s not like that. I love this child! I would
never…
“”
I sat up, my voice cold, shattering his pride.
“Nothing is irreplaceable to you, Ryan, not
even your pathetic love!”
He shook his head wildly, his eyes pleading
for a counter–argument. But I silenced him. “If he were truly irreplaceable, you wouldn’t
ignore him. You wouldn’t force me to donate
blood. You’d rather make chicken soup for
Chloe than look at us.
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The door opened. Chloe burst in, playing the
victim.
“I knew my sister hated me. If she hated me
so much, why did she donate blood? It
would’ve been better if I’d died.”
Her eyes were on Ryan. Usually, he’d defend
her. But he was broken, numb on the floor.
I nodded, my dislike for Chloe unconcealed.
Since I could remember, I’d always given in to
her. She’d always tried to take everything
from me, even my husband.
