Out With the Old, In With the New

A brief silence descended upon the car. Then, Morgan looked at me oddly. "Aren't you going to ask me anything?"

Oh, I used to love asking him these things. The slightest thing out of the ordinary would put me on the edge of my seat. Things were different now, though. I was already prepared for a divorce. What was there to ask?

All I asked was, "How long will it take to get to the hospital?"

"Soon enough," he forced through gritted teeth. Seemingly trying to upset me, he put the pedal to the metal. I gripped the edges of my seat tightly, telling myself we would arrive soon.

However, Morgan's phone rang when we were at the final traffic light before arriving at the hospital. He glanced at me oddly before answering it through the car's Bluetooth. When the call connected, I heard Iris weep and say she'd fallen while cleaning the house. She couldn't get up.

He evidently didn't think she was being pretentious after falling. He turned the car around when the light turned green. This pissed me off.

I tapped on the window and said, "I want to get off here."

His expression turned ugly. "You're the most unsympathetic person I've ever met, Willow."

He ignored me and drove to Iris' apartment.

I'd broken out in a cold sweat from the pain by now, and my back was drenched. I curled up by the side of the road and called for an ambulance. Just as it arrived, Morgan came down with Iris in his arms. "Don't be scared, okay? The hospital's right in front."

She looked innocent and harmless as she curled up in his arms. Her eyes focused on the ambulance, and she said, "It really hurts. Can I get in the ambulance, too? I really need to lie down…"

Ambulances couldn't fit two patients at once. It was like how one man couldn't have two wives. Morgan knew that, so he turned to me and said, "There's nothing wrong with you, Willow. Let the ambulance take Iris first."

Just then, a nurse approached us. "We can only allow one patient in and one more person to accompany her."

Her gaze traveled between us uncertainly. "Who called the ambulance?"

"I did." I held up my hand and turned to look at Morgan. "Sorry about this—I can give up my husband, but not the ambulance."

I'd said that to mock Morgan and Iris, but he only paid attention to the second half of my sentence. He glared at me before turning to the nurse. "Shouldn't the ambulance take the patient who requires more attention?"

It was too bad she didn't want to have anything to do with him after realizing what a scumbag he was. She helped me into the ambulance and shut the door. "Whoever calls for the ambulance will get to use it. Unlike a certain someone, we don't get sidetracked by other people and things."

I couldn't help finding her rather amusing. I lay on the stretcher before losing consciousness.

…

When I woke up again, I saw my regular doctor looking at me sympathetically. "You've lost the child."

He looked even sadder than I felt. I supposed it made sense—he knew how much I'd suffered for this child and all the injections I'd gotten. It was also he who'd congratulated me that morning. "Congratulations! You've finally gotten pregnant."

It had only been less than 12 hours since then…

I nodded silently, feeling the tears stream down my face. It was good, really. This way, there would no longer be anything between Morgan and me.

The doctor advised, "You should ask your family to come and care for you."

I considered it, then decided to hire a caregiver. After that, I drifted in and out of sleep until my phone woke me up. It was 1:00 am, and I had countless unanswered calls.

I sighed and answered this one.

Morgan said, "Iris' ankle is swollen, so it's inconvenient for her to move around. I'm staying to care for her."