My Husband Gave My Life-Saving Blood to His Obsession

I was in the middle of a catastrophic labor, facing a sudden amniotic fluid embolism. My life was hanging by a thread. But I wasn't entirely hopeless. My husband, Dr. Ryan Mercer, was the most renowned OBGYN in the state. With him here, I believed my baby and I would make it. But at the critical moment of my resuscitation, he redirected my life-saving blood transfusion to his first love, Chloe Sterling. "This blood belongs to Chloe," Ryan said, his voice cold and unyielding. "I don't care if her internal hemorrhaging was caused by a ruptured cyst from a wild, multi-partner hookup. I believe she has her reasons!" "Save her first. I want to hear her explanation myself." Using the last of my fading consciousness, I kept crying out Ryan's name, begging him to save me. But he didn't even look back. He turned around and walked out with the nurses. As my consciousness slowly slipped away, I could hear the chaotic noise from the next room as they rushed to match Chloe's blood type. Finally, a nurse noticed my monitor was screaming in alarm. "Dr. Mercer! The patient's blood pressure is bottoming out!" He paused for a second. Then, his cold voice drifted through the door. "Even if we resuscitate her, the baby might not survive. Give the blood to Chloe first." 1 "Dr. Mercer! Your wife has an amniotic fluid embolism! She's hemorrhaging!" The nurse's voice trembled, piercing through the heavy surgical doors. Outside, my husband's voice remained calm, without a single hint of panic. "I said, stabilize the patient first. We cannot stop Chloe's surgery." A bone-chilling coldness washed over me. I was being pushed into the abyss by the person I loved most. Then, I heard him comfort Chloe in a gentle voice I hadn't heard in years. "Don't worry, sweetie. It's just a minor procedure." At that moment, my heart was completely shattered. "Ryan! Are you out of your mind?! Why did you redirect the O-negative blood bags reserved for my patient to the next room?!" Leo from the blood bank screamed in frustration outside the door. Ryan's voice turned incredibly cold. "Are you questioning my medical judgment? Keep pumping the blood into Miss Sterling. Use alternative expanders for my wife." My body felt like ice. Every breath was a suffocating agony. I heard Ryan reprimand Leo. "Chloe saved my life once. She has her dream Broadway audition tomorrow. She's prepared for so long, and I won't let her down." "As for my wife, the survival rate for an amniotic fluid embolism is extremely low anyway. Even if we save her, the baby is likely dead. It's not worth wasting the blood." So, in his eyes, my baby and I weren't even worth as much as Chloe's Broadway audition. Absurdity and despair drowned me like a tidal wave. "If you say another word, Leo, don't bother coming to work tomorrow." Leo's face must have been flushed with anger. He stood there speechless for a long time, only able to mutter, "Two lives, Ryan... how could you?" However, his voice was quickly drowned out by Ryan's hushed, jealous whispers as he asked Chloe who those men at the party were. My vision began to blur. The strength in my body drained away with every drop of blood I lost. Vaguely, I heard the nurses whispering nearby. "Dr. Mercer is so devoted. He personally managed Miss Sterling's transfusion and didn't let go of her hand the whole time." Meanwhile, in my room, there were only the cold clinking of surgical instruments and the heavy, panicked breathing of my doctors. Chloe had been wheeled into the operating room next door, with Ryan as her primary surgeon. I heard him tell her, "Don't be scared. I'm right here." But my surgeon was sweating, trying his best to keep me alive with what little resources he had. His voice was filled with sheer helplessness. "Her condition is critical. Do we have to perform a hysterectomy?" A nurse whispered, "If we just had those blood bags, we could save both the baby and her uterus." A sharp pain shot through my abdomen. It was my baby, making its final, desperate struggle. No, please. Baby. Don't leave Mommy. Next door, Ryan's gentle voice continued to soothe Chloe. "It'll be over soon. Just take a nap, and you'll wake up perfectly fine." The surgical lights flickered above me. I heard the nurses whispering in hushed tones. "How tragic. She's our Head Nurse, and her husband is the Chief of OBGYN. Yet, she can't even secure a single blood bag during labor." "Don't you know? The woman next door is Dr. Mercer's true love. For Chloe, he doesn't care about his own wife and child. He's so romantic." The "romance" they spoke of was being paid for with my life and the life of my unborn child. Just as my consciousness was about to fade entirely, Ryan finally appeared beside my bed. His face was a mask of cold indifference. 2 Behind him stood Chloe. Her surgery was complete, and she was wearing a hospital gown, her makeup still looking pristine. The moment Ryan opened his mouth, it was to scold me with irritation. "How could you be so careless? You made Chloe worry about you. She just got out of surgery and insisted on dragging herself over to see you." My gaze drifted past him, landing on Chloe's pitiful, tear-stained face. She took a step forward, her eyes instantly turning red. "It's all my fault, Evelyn. If I hadn't needed that blood, you wouldn't be like this. You have to get through this surgery..." Then, she turned to Ryan, leaning weakly against his chest. "Ryan, my head is so spinny. My incision hurts. I'm so tired." Ryan immediately wrapped his arms around her, his eyes overflowing with anxiety and tenderness. He didn't even give me a second glance. He held Chloe close and turned to leave. Their retreating figures were like a knife, severing the very last thread of hope in my heart. I lay on the operating table. The pain in my body was nothing compared to the agony in my soul. Under the harsh surgical lights, I heard the doctors whispering. "We can't save the uterus. The fetus is dead. We must perform a D&C and a total hysterectomy immediately." My body was numb, but my mind was terrifyingly sharp. I remembered the early days of my pregnancy, when Ryan would gently stroke my belly. He had said, "Evelyn, this is the symbol of our love. I will protect you and our baby with my life forever." How sweet it was then, and how mocking it was now. The moment the scalpel sliced through my skin, my eyes flew open. The hollow, empty sensation in my abdomen made me scream in agonizing despair. "My baby!" I struggled wildly, wanting to hold onto the last proof that my poor child had ever existed. Several nurses pinned me down, and a needle was plunged into my arm. Before my mind plunged into total darkness, I felt it all. I felt my child and my uterus being ripped away from my body, piece by piece. The lead surgeon sighed, lecturing the resident beside him. "Remember this. This is an amniotic fluid embolism—the most dangerous complication in obstetrics. It's a miracle if they survive." When Ryan showed up again, it was only to sign my discharge papers. He kept his head down the entire time, smiling as he texted Chloe on Snapchat. The nurse handed him the surgical record. "Dr. Mercer, we need a family member's signature here to confirm the patient has been informed of the total hysterectomy." He frowned impatiently and scribbled his name quickly. The document that declared I could never be a mother again was less important to him than a Snapchat message from Chloe. After signing, he said without looking up, "Chloe is weak and needs a quiet place to recover. You'll be moved to a general ward for now." "Once she's discharged, I'll arrange for you to move to a VIP suite and hire the best nurse for you." Every single word was a reminder that I would always come second to Chloe. Before he could finish, his phone rang. The name Chloe flashed on the screen. The coldness on Ryan's face melted instantly, replaced by a tender warmth. "Hey, babe. What's wrong? Don't worry, I'm coming right now." Listening to whatever she said on the other end, he stood up abruptly. "What? You want those macarons from that French bakery downtown? Okay, I'll go grab them for you right away." Ryan hung up. Without even glancing at me, he turned and rushed out. 3 I lay alone in the empty hospital room, my hand resting on my flat, hollow belly. There had been a tiny life growing there. Now, there was nothing. I slowly closed my eyes, tears silently spilling over my temples. The last warmth in my heart had officially died. Right then, the door to my room was gently knocked open. Dr. Aiden Kingsley, the Head of Hematology, walked in. He was one of my few true friends in this hospital. He asked about my condition, a deep frown clouding his handsome face. "Evelyn, there's something strange about your blood work. I need to run some more tests." I nodded numbly. He picked up my chart from the floor, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke in an incredibly low voice. "We found traces of chemical compounds in your blood." "It's an abortifacient. A miscarriage-inducing drug." Aiden's words felt like a thunderbolt, making my mind go completely blank. "And based on the concentration, it has been administered to you in small, consistent doses over a long period. Evelyn... someone was slowly murdering your baby." Just then, Ryan walked back in, holding a fancy box of organic supplements. He placed them on my nightstand, offering a fake smile. "Rest up, Evelyn. Don't overthink things. Once Chloe is fully recovered, I'll get you the best physical therapy." Staring at his hypocritical face, a wave of intense nausea washed over me. "Did you kill my baby?" The smile on his face froze, and a flash of panic crossed his eyes. "What nonsense are you talking about?" I stared straight into his eyes, pronouncing every word clearly. "The miscarriage drugs. Did you put them in my food?" He looked at me as if I had lost my mind, and then his panic turned into fury. "Evelyn Vance! Have you gone insane? Why on earth would anyone drug you?" He leaned down, grabbing my jaw tightly, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "Do not let the loss of the baby drive you mad. This behavior is not going to help your recovery!" Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Chloe walked in, a look of exaggerated surprise on her face. "Oh, did I interrupt something? Ryan, I came to tell you the good news." As she spoke, she casually stroked her flat stomach, her face flushing with a smug, joyful glow. "I'm pregnant. It's yours." 4 My brain went entirely blank. The blood in my veins seemed to freeze. As if that wasn't enough of a blow, Chloe casually shook her wrist. A beautiful, vintage emerald bracelet slid down her arm, catching the light. It was my mother's heirloom. It was my dowry. My mother had given it to me, telling me it was a family protector that brought good health and healing. Chloe acted as if she had made a slip of the tongue, quickly covering it with her hand. But her eyes were filled with blatant malice and triumph. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Evelyn. Ryan insisted I wear it. He said my body is too weak after the surgery and that this heirloom would help me heal. You don't mind, do you?" Watching their pathetic, disgusting show, the hatred burning in my chest threatened to consume me. I laughed. I laughed so hard that tears streamed down my face. Then, I spat out a single word. "Get out." Ryan's face darkened instantly. Chloe whimpered and hid her face in his chest. As Ryan ushered Chloe out, I heard him coaxing her gently. "Don't be upset, babe. It's my fault. I shouldn't have brought you to see this psycho." My already shattered heart was ripped to shreds once again. "Once the baby is born, we'll get married," Ryan whispered to her in the hallway. From that day on, Ryan gave me the silent treatment. For a whole week, he never showed up. Instead, his assistant brought over a set of divorce papers. Written in black and white was a clause: Evelyn Vance voluntarily waives all marital assets and will leave with nothing. At the end of the document, there was a handwritten note from Ryan: If you stop making a scene, we can go back to how things were. He honestly believed I would crawl back to him, crying and begging him not to leave me, just like I used to. But he didn't know that my heart had died the very moment my baby did. During this week, Aiden had been secretly helping me. He handed me a more detailed toxicology report. "The drugging method was highly professional. Whoever did this had advanced medical knowledge and had daily access to your meals." One name instantly popped into my head. Ryan. Ever since I got pregnant, he had personally prepared a cup of "prenatal organic tea" for me every single morning, without fail. He had even boasted multiple times about how Chloe had gone out of her way to find this special, healthy recipe just for me. So, from the very beginning, it was a massive, calculated conspiracy. Aiden then handed me a USB drive. "I dug deeper. The prescriptions for those abortifacients were issued from a private clinic registered under Chloe Sterling's name. The purchase history started in your second month of pregnancy." Every single piece of evidence fell perfectly into place. I stared at the divorce papers, picked up a pen, and signed my name at the bottom. I packed my minimal belongings, slipped the USB drive and all the physical evidence into my inner pocket, and prepared to leave this hellhole. But as soon as I reached the stairwell, I ran straight into a furious Ryan. He snatched my suitcase away, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at me. "You're that eager to run away from me? Evelyn, hand it over!" He knew. Ryan lunged at me, trying to grab the USB drive from my coat pocket. I fought back with everything I had. During the struggle, he gave me a violent shove. I lost my balance, falling backward, and tumbled down the concrete stairs. My body crashed heavily onto the landing. A sudden warmth pooled between my thighs, and fresh blood instantly stained my pants. A flash of panic crossed Ryan's face. But right then, Chloe, who was standing at the top of the stairs, clutched her stomach and let out a painful groan. "Ryan... my stomach hurts so bad..." Without hesitation, Ryan abandoned me. He rushed up the stairs to scoop Chloe into his arms, his face pale with worry. Before leaving, he threw a cold, mocking glance over his shoulder at me. "I've already destroyed the hospital backups of those files. Give up, Evelyn." He paused, delivering the final, venomous blow to my soul. "Don't even think about leaving me. Who else would want a barren woman like you? You'll come crawling back to me like a dog, begging for my mercy!" Lying in a pool of my own blood, watching their retreating figures, I used my remaining strength to pull out my phone and dial 91The operator's voice came through, filled with urgency. "911, what is your emergency?"

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