A Gamble with Health

I found the playback and reviewed the past month’s footage.

Sure enough, I saw plenty of times when Nicholas took Shereen out for fun, and there were even mentions of booking hotel rooms. I even heard them being intimate in the car.

"Nick, isn’t this kind of bad?" Shereen’s voice was soft and sweet, sounding incredibly pleasant to the ear. Rumor had it that Nicholas had fallen for her voice back when they were together.

"What’s so bad about it? Don’t you want to be with me? We’ve been apart for so many years. Don’t you miss me?"

"Of course I do… Mmm, Nick, you’re so good with your tongue."

"I can make you feel even better. Just wait."

That was as far as I could listen. I bolted out of the car and vomited uncontrollably.

Who would have thought I had wasted seven years—seven whole years— loving a man like this?

At that moment, the flames of vengeance burned fiercer than ever in my heart.

…

Everything from my past life still felt fresh in my mind.

When I told Nicholas that Shereen had HIV, he had exploded with rage, yelled at me, and stormed out.

From that day forward, he never came home or contacted me again. The only place I saw him was on his social media—always with Shereen. They posted daily pregnancy updates, looking happier than ever.

Meanwhile, my life fell apart.

Not long after, a patient I had successfully operated on for appendicitis suddenly passed away. The case caused a massive uproar online. Everyone blamed me, claiming my negligence had killed the patient.

The patient’s family even came to the hospital, demanding justice.

I was forced to step down and accept an investigation.

The autopsy revealed a pair of surgical scissors inside the patient’s abdomen. Coincidentally, the operating room’s surveillance system had malfunctioned.

Furthermore, everyone—my assisting doctor, anesthesiologist, and surgical assistants—all testified that I was the only one who had touched those scissors.

Without any way to defend myself, I was convicted, but because I was pregnant, I wouldn’t be imprisoned until after the baby was born. I felt like my whole world had collapsed.

Then, Nicholas suddenly showed up, took me home, and treated me unusually well. He bought me my favorite cake and even warmed up a glass of milk before bed.

Holding me gently in his arms, his voice was soothing. "Be good. Drink your milk and get some rest. I’ll take care of everything for you."

Believing him, I drank the milk.

Less than twenty minutes later, I felt a sharp pain and blood started pouring down my legs.

Pale-faced and terrified, I clutched Nicholas’s hand, begging him to take me to the hospital.

Instead, he kicked me in the stomach—hard.

Then another kick.

And another.

With a chilling laugh, he sneered. "I paid people to frame you for that medical accident.

"Theresa, can you believe it? Some people will even die for money. The poor will do anything for cash. Hahaha!"

My pupils dilated in shock.

He let out a cold chuckle. "I bribed them all. And now, you have only one path left—death. Oh, and that milk? I laced it with abortion pills. Hahaha!"

The next second, another brutal kick landed on my stomach, harder than all the previous ones.

I watched as bright red blood gushed from between my legs.

In my final moments, I heard his last words. "Finally, nothing stands between me and Shereen anymore."

I will never forget the excruciating pain and the utter despair of that moment.