I'm Abandoned During My Hemorrhage

On the day I had a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, Caspian wasn't home. He said he had to meet a very important client. I called an ambulance myself and rushed to the emergency room, only to see my usually considerate husband comforting his ex-girlfriend, who had just returned to Zilaowood, in the waiting line. They were very intimate, their eyes locked in a way that spoke volumes. They looked like a couple who had been together for years. Lying in the operating room, I sent countless messages to Caspian, only to receive a reply: Busy. My calls were disconnected more than ten times before I was finally blocked. The doctor asked me, "Where's your family? We need a signature for the surgery." I opened my eyes slightly and said, "The one who was defending his companion just now is my husband." ***** While I was suffering from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, Caspian was busy accompanying Ophelia to tend to her sprained ankle. The pain in my abdomen was unbearable. I collapsed on the floor, unable to move. I called Caspian for help, but he hung up. It was my five-year-old son who, in tears, begged our neighbor to take me to the emergency room. As I lay on the ambulance stretcher, drifting in and out of consciousness, I saw Caspian not far away from me. He was carefully supporting Ophelia Pemberton, who was wearing a camel coat, his eyes gentle and patient. They were chatting and laughing, the atmosphere between them incredibly harmonious. They hadn't seen each other for years, yet they interacted as naturally as an old married couple, a far cry from his usual impatience with me. Before entering the doctor's office, Ophelia kissed Caspian on the face. He didn't dodge; instead, he smiled sweetly. My heart felt like it was being repeatedly pierced by thousands of needles, the pain unbearable. That day was actually our wedding anniversary. Caspian had rejected my proposal for a candlelit dinner. Early in the morning, he had styled his hair and sprayed on cologne. "I have to meet a very important client tonight. I really can't get out of it. Let's talk about it later," he had said. He was always busy. He often worked late to support the family, and I understood that. Our son hugged him. "Daddy, come back early!" As usual, I helped him put on his suit jacket. While I was tying his tie, I realized he hadn't kissed me in a long time. I couldn't help but lean in, wanting to kiss him, but Caspian quickly dodged. Seeing my astonishment, he explained awkwardly, "Hey, never mind. Why bother with such romantic gestures?" At the time, although I was taken aback, I was persuaded by his words. After several years of marriage, busy with life, our relationship had indeed entered a period of dullness. Looking back now, I found it laughable. So, even if he and Ophelia weren't married, it was okay for them to hug and kiss so openly? Ophelia was Caspian's first crush. I heard he had loved her dearly. However, Ophelia had wanted to go abroad for further studies, and they had no choice but to break up. In the past, I didn't take this relationship seriously. After all, everyone had a past. But now, he was ignoring my calls and messages for help, choosing to be with his first crush. What was the point of all my efforts over the years? Besides, we had a five-year-old son. At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through my mind, sadness, disappointment, and unwillingness to accept this reality. ***** As they entered the doctor's office, I was pushed into the operating room. While I was still conscious, the doctor urged me to call my family. "We need a family member's signature for the surgery. Call your husband quickly." I dialed Caspian's number again. I tried several times, but each call was disconnected. As if afraid that I would continue calling endlessly, he quickly sent a message: In a meeting. Looking at Caspian massaging Ophelia's foot and blowing on it outside the operating room, a surge of competitiveness welled up inside me. I was holding my breath and made dozens of calls in a row. The ringtone of my phone echoed outside the operating room again and again. In the end, he simply blocked me. When my blood pressure stabilized a little, the young nurse beside me couldn't help but complain to me, "What's wrong with your husband? He's not even answering your calls." "Look at that couple outside. They have such a good relationship. The girl just got a tiny cut, less than half an inch, and the guy is massaging her foot and blowing on it." I closed my eyes, a self-deprecating smile unconsciously creeping onto my lips. His wife was in here fighting for her life, and he was out there comforting his lover. To me, he failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband, yet to others, he was a considerate and good man. How ironic. ***** The doctor finally decided to proceed with the emergency treatment. I was poked with numerous needles. Bags of cold blood and fluids flowed into my body, making me shiver uncontrollably. My five-year-old son stayed by my side. He was strong and didn't cry, but his pale face betrayed his fear. I didn't ask the nurse to call Caspian because I didn't want Zick to see his father cheating. I thought that when I was pushed out later, Caspian would see me. ***** Although my condition had temporarily stabilized, I still needed further examination and surgery as soon as possible. "Make way! Critical patient!" The doctors and nurses pushed me at high speed down the green channel. Ophelia, who was queuing in front of the examination room, stood up on her supposedly sprained ankle, her face filled with indignation. "Everyone is waiting in line. Why does she get to go first?" Caspian also took a tough stance, supporting Ophelia. He didn't even glance at the stretcher, unaware that the person lying on it was me. Seeing them standing together, united against a common enemy, I found it somewhat amusing. Whenever Caspian and I went out in the past, if I ever had a conflict with someone, he would always stand aside, acting as if it had nothing to do with him. I had cried, and I had felt wronged. I didn't understand why he wouldn't stand up for me when it was clearly the other person's fault. Instead, he would blame me for being petty, for arguing with others over trivial matters, for embarrassing him. Now I understood. The reason he was unwilling to stand up for me was simply that he didn't love me enough. The nurse pushing the stretcher had a bit of a temper. She turned around and said to Ophelia impatiently, "Your wound is so small, less than half an inch. How can you possibly compete with a patient in need of emergency treatment?" The doctor glanced at Ophelia's so-called wound and said with a chuckle, "Why are you in such a hurry? Wait a little longer, and your wound will heal." Hearing this, Ophelia's expression turned awkward, and she bit her lip in grievance. Caspian's face darkened. He stretched out his arm and protectively pulled Ophelia into his arms. He questioned. "Is this how you treat your patients?" He started arguing with the doctor and nurses, threatening to file a complaint. I couldn't be bothered to get angry. The pain in my abdomen was getting worse, and I was losing consciousness again. The doctor's voice became urgent. "The patient is still bleeding heavily. Get her to the operating room immediately!" The doctors and nurses were extremely busy with the series of procedures. Vaguely, I heard the nurse ask, "Ruptured ectopic pregnancy, urgent situation, needs immediate surgery, but we can't reach the patient's family." I ignored everything else and struggled to move my lips. "My husband... the one who was defending his companion just now, that's him." But my voice was too weak. Even with the nurse's ear close to my mouth, she couldn't hear me clearly. "I know Daddy's phone number." Zick had been following behind the stretcher, but his little legs couldn't keep up. He had just caught up, panting heavily, and immediately blurted out the phone number. The nurse tried calling Caspian with her own phone. It connected. It seemed that except for my phone, anyone else could get through to Caspian. The familiar ringtone rang out, and Zick subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. "Huh? Daddy, who is this miss?" Although Zick was young, he was observant. Caspian froze, following the sound until he saw Zick's flushed face. The doctors and nurses also recognized him as the man who had been defending Ophelia in the emergency room. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel their sympathetic gazes. Seeing me lying on the stretcher in pain, Caspian actually seemed a little anxious. He hurried over, his expression tense, and held my hand comfortingly. "Seraphina, what are you doing here? Don't be afraid. Everything will be alright."