When My Groom Chose Her Over Our Dying Baby

When I was five months pregnant, I suddenly experienced bleeding and begged my husband to take me to the hospital.

But Jonathan insisted on attending a dinner to welcome back Zahra, his old flame who had just returned to town. I pleaded for him to take me to the hospital first, but he looked at me with indifference and said, "It's just a bit of bleeding. Why are you being so dramatic?"

He locked me inside, leaving me to "think about my actions."

It was my kind-hearted neighbor, Aisha Meyer, who heard my cries for help, broke the door, and rushed me to the hospital.

But it was too late. The baby couldn’t be saved, and I was in critical condition due to severe blood loss.

The doctor, Remington Jenkins, used my phone to call Jonathan, only to be greeted with mockery, "Rhea, stop pretending. Do you really think I'd be with Zahra if there was something between us?"

Heartbroken, I finally dialed the number buried in the recesses of my memory.

And when I was truly gone, Jonathan panicked, calling me countless times to ask why I hadn't returned home.

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"Honey, my stomach hurts terribly. Can you please take me to the hospital?" I clutched my belly, desperation etched on my face, cold sweat already forming on my forehead.

Jonathan, who was already at the door, turned back impatiently. "What now? I’ve told you, Zahra and I are just friends. Why do you always have to make a scene?"

He turned to leave again, and I clung to his jacket, trying to explain, "It's not about that. I went to the restroom just now, and there was some bleeding. I'm worried about the baby..."

But Jonathan wasn’t interested in listening. He interrupted me, his face a storm of annoyance. "Using the baby as an excuse again! Aren't you ever tired of it, Rhea? It's just a little bleeding. Why are you overreacting?"

With that, he pushed me away and slammed the door shut. "Rhea, stay in today and think about this!"

A surge of terror hit me as I hurried to open the door, only to find it locked from the outside.

A wave of fear and intense pain swept over me in an instant.

I started banging on the door, hoping he was joking and hadn’t actually left. "Jonathan! Jonathan, open the door..."

But no matter how I shouted, there was no response from outside. Jonathan wasn’t joking; he really left.

The waves of sharp pain made it nearly impossible for me to stand.

The phone—I still had the phone...

I gritted my teeth, trying to crawl toward it to call for help. But even with the phone in my hand, there was no one I could call.

I felt warm liquid gush between my legs, panic gripping my heart.

Jonathan knew that in this unfamiliar city, I had no friends, and would have to rely solely on him.

With an ambulance taking at least half an hour to arrive, I could only pound on the door, hoping someone would hear.

Luckily, Aisha, returning home from work, heard my cries and broke down the door to get me to the hospital.

At the hospital, the doctor wore a serious expression. "Why was she brought in so late? She’s experiencing massive blood loss, which is life-threatening!"

"We couldn't save the baby. Now our priority is to save the mother."

"Where is your husband? He needs to sign for the surgery. Who leaves a pregnant woman alone at home?"

With each question from the doctor, my heart sank further.

Even the doctor knew it wasn’t safe for a pregnant woman to be alone.

But my husband accused me of exaggerating and locked me up just to attend Zahra's dinner.

The doctor frowned, took my phone, and after getting my password, called Jonathan. Call after call was hung up.

It wasn't until numerous tries later that Jonathan finally picked up, but he didn’t even ask how I was. Instead, he criticized, "When will you stop this nonsense? I’ve told you Zahra and I are just friends. Why do you always have to make a scene?"

Hearing this, the doctor gave me a sympathetic look but still informed Jonathan of my critical condition, urging him to come to the hospital.

Unexpectedly, Jonathan just laughed scornfully, "Rhea, now you’ve even got someone to act with you? Massive blood loss? Could you exaggerate any more?"

I heard a soft female voice from his end, "Jonathan, maybe you should go back home. I don't want to cause any misunderstanding with your wife. I'm fine..."

With that, Jonathan's voice turned even colder, "It's just a bit of bleeding, Rhea. Don't overdo it with the acting. Today, I'll let it slide, but you know what will happen next time!"

He hung up decisively without giving the doctor another word.

Jonathan was convinced I was acting to get him back.

To him, Zahra was always the most important. What did I even matter?

I opened my mouth with difficulty, forcing out the words, "I'll... I'll sign it myself."

The consequences?

I knew all too well—simply not going home until I admitted I was wrong, at which point he might show me a hint of kindness.

I felt the blood streaming out and my whole body turning cold.

In a daze, I heard the doctor’s urgent voice, "Miss Bennett, stay awake! Stay awake!"

"The patient is O-negative—a rare blood type. Quickly, check the blood bank!"

"Miss Bennett, do you have any family? The situation is critical—"

I struggled to open my eyes, my mind buzzing.

The searing pain felt like knives stabbing into my body, my neck veins taut with agony.

I managed to recite that long-forgotten phone number.

The moment the call connected, a man's clear and composed voice came through, "Rhea?"

The next moment, a bright white light flashed before my eyes, and then I lost consciousness.