The heart broken doctor

You can not be a mother

Jenny’s expression softened slightly, and for a moment, a flicker of understanding crossed her face. "I understand this is overwhelming, Miss Clarkes. I’m truly sorry for the situation you’re in. Maybe… maybe you could speak to the hospital administration? Sometimes they can arrange a payment plan or reduce the costs in cases like yours."

Amara nodded weakly, her mind racing but coming up with nothing. She had no money, no job, no one to turn to. How could she possibly negotiate a payment plan when she had nothing to offer?

As the nurse left the room, Amara sat in silence, staring blankly at the pages in front of her. She felt trapped, cornered by a system that seemed to care more about profit than people. The crushing reality of her situation weighed heavily on her, but deep down, a spark of defiance began to flicker. She wasn’t ready to give up—she couldn’t. She just needed to figure out her next move, even if the path ahead seemed impossible.

At that moment. The hospital door creaked open, and Amara’s heart skipped a beat as Olivia Johnson walked in, followed closely by Stefania Brown. Amara’s beautiful face was still red and swollen from the tears and the cold of the previous night. She instinctively pulled the hospital blanket tighter around herself, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the presence of these two women who had turned her life upside down.

Olivia’s eyes were cold and unforgiving as she crossed her arms, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “So, you’re still alive,” she said, her tone dripping with contempt.

Amara hitched a breath, the realization of what Olivia’s words implied sinking in. **She wanted me dead?** The thought was terrifying, and Amara’s already fragile state teetered on the edge of complete collapse.

Without warning, Olivia took a report from Stefania’s hand and tossed it at Amara. The papers hit her face, and she barely caught them before they fell to the floor. Confusion and fear swirled inside her as she looked at the report, her hands trembling. Her eyes scanned the title: **Gynecological Test Report.**

Her breath caught in her throat. Why would they have this? What was this supposed to mean?

Olivia’s voice cut through her spiraling thoughts, harsh and cruel. “Look at it!” she demanded, her teeth gritted with barely concealed rage. “You can never be a mother.”

Amara’s world stopped. The words echoed in her mind, and the papers in her hands became heavy, almost unbearable. Her vision blurred with tears as she stared at the report, unable to process what she was reading. The reality of what Olivia had just said hit her like a physical blow.

She looked up at Olivia with horror in her eyes, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might break through her chest. “What… what are you saying?” Amara whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her fear.

Olivia leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing with venomous intent. “You can never give me an heir, Amara,” she spat, her words filled with disdain. “You’re worthless to this family. All those years we took care of you, and you can’t even fulfill the one duty we expected of you.”

Amara felt her entire world crumble around her. The very foundation of her life—the dreams she had held onto, the love she had believed in—was being torn apart piece by piece. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, as the full impact of Olivia’s words settled over her.

Stefania stood beside Olivia, her expression one of cold satisfaction, as if this revelation was the final nail in Amara’s coffin. Amara looked at them, her tears blurring their faces, but the malice in their eyes was unmistakable.

“Bryan will know soon enough,” Olivia continued, her voice laced with malice. “And when he does, he’ll have no reason to keep you around. Not when Stefania can give him what you never can.”

Amara’s hands shook violently as she clutched the report to her chest, trying to hold herself together. But the truth was like a poison spreading through her veins, paralyzing her with despair. How could this be happening? How could everything she had ever wanted, ever hoped for, be stripped away from her so cruelly?

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words to defend herself. All she could do was stare at Olivia and Stefania, the two women who had taken everything from her, and wonder how she would ever survive this. How could she go on knowing that the future she had dreamed of was gone, that she would never be a mother, never have the family she had longed for with Bryan?

The room felt like it was closing in on her, the walls pressing in as her world collapsed around her. The devastation was complete, and Amara felt as though she was drowning in it, with no way out.

Amara’s heart pounded in her chest as Olivia’s cold words filled the room. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The offer, laced with cruelty, hung in the air like a noose waiting to tighten around her neck.

“Your hospital bills are high,” Olivia said, her tone calculating, as if she were discussing a business transaction rather than someone’s life. “I can pay them for you—if you leave this city and go away from Bryan’s life forever.”

Amara’s breath caught in her throat, her entire body freezing in shock. She stared at Olivia, the full weight of the proposal sinking in. Leave Bryan? Leave everything behind? The very thought was unbearable, like a dagger being twisted in her heart.

She shook her head slowly, her voice trembling but resolute. “I will never give up on Bryan.”

Olivia’s eyes widened in disbelief, her composure slipping for a brief moment. She had clearly not expected this defiance. The shock that registered on her face was almost palpable, as if Amara’s refusal was something beyond her comprehension.

Stefania, standing beside Olivia, sneered at Amara’s determination. “You seriously think Bryan will accept you after seeing this report?” She gestured toward the crumpled gynecological report still clutched in Amara’s hands. “I’m pregnant with his child! Do you really believe he’ll choose you over me?”

The words were like a slap to the face, but Amara refused to let them break her. She could feel the fear gnawing at the edges of her resolve, but she knew she couldn’t show it. Bryan’s love was all she had left, and she wasn’t ready to let go—not without a fight.