He Chose His Mistress Over His Dying Sister

My sister-in-law Carrie was eight months pregnant when some lowlife shoved her, leaving her bleeding out on the sidewalk.

I was driving by and saw the whole thing happen, but I just rolled up my window, hit the gas, and kept going.

Last time, I stopped. I found Carrie unconscious in a pool of her own blood and rushed her to the hospital.

Everything went south fast. She had a major hemorrhage, then an amniotic fluid embolism.

My husband Tom is the best OB-GYN in the city.

I called him, begging him to get to the hospital ASAP. But he was convinced I was just being a jealous wife, trying to ruin his dinner with his old flame and her family.

He thought I was using Carrie's emergency to manipulate him.

By the time his family finally showed up, Carrie was already gone. The embolism had done its damage—they couldn't save her.

Tom's whole family blamed me. They said I deliberately made him think it was a false alarm, that I was the reason Carrie died.

Her husband Dave flew in from out of town, heard their lies, and at Carrie's funeral, grief completely took over. He lost it—and stabbed me to death.

Now I'm back. Reliving the day Carrie got pushed.

My head was spinning. The traffic light turned red, and I slammed on the brakes without thinking.

Then I heard screaming from the sidewalk. "Call an ambulance! Pregnant woman down—she's bleeding bad!"

My hand shot to the door handle, ready to jump out and help. But then it hit me. I saw Tom and his family, their faces twisted with hate, screaming that I killed Carrie.

And…

I touched my stomach. Right where Dave's knife had turned me into mincemeat.

A phantom pain shot through me, tensing my whole body.

I pulled my hand back. The light turned green, and I floored it. I had to get out of there.

To keep Tom's family from pinning this on me again, I went straight to his mom's house.

"Hey, Mom—Tom's working late, so I brought you some fish I picked up."

I walked in, pretending not to notice her frantically ending a video call.

"Honey, you're here…"

She didn't even finish her sentence before her phone rang.

Her face went white. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she practically stumbled toward me.

"You have to get to the hospital—Carrie fell!"

I already knew, but I put on my best shocked face and helped her into the car. We sped toward the women's hospital where Tom worked.

This time, without me in the way, some bystander had called an ambulance and gotten Carrie to the ER.

By the time we got there, she was already in surgery.

"Family member needs to sign here. Patient is 32 weeks pregnant, suffered a fall, massive bleeding—needs an emergency C-section."

Just like last time, Tom's mom Susan signed the papers with shaking hands.

I told her, "Tom's the best OB-GYN in town. I know he's on shift, but just to be safe, I should call him and get him down here."

She hesitated, then nodded.

I called Tom. Three times—straight to voicemail.

"Mom, Tom must be busy. I'll go check his department."

Susan's eyes flickered, but she nodded. The second I walked away, she started calling Tom herself.

I knew he wasn't at the hospital. Wasn't about to waste my time looking.

I stood in the stairwell, watching Susan call him over and over. Her expression shifted from calm to worried to full-blown panic. I couldn't help but smile.

She probably had no idea her precious son had his phone on silent so he could enjoy some "quality time" with his mistress.

Right before I walked in, Tom had video-called Susan—just to keep her busy and out of his hair while he was hooking up with Bethany.