My Husband Called Away All the Doctors During My Delivery

Because I was late by a few minutes due to an emergency on the day my secretary gave birth, my husband called away all the doctors from the operating room while I was in labor.

"You said yourself that being late for a little while wouldn’t matter. I’ll have them come back tomorrow to deliver your baby!"

Three days later, he came to the hospital and suddenly remembered me when he saw the adorable newborn in someone else’s arms.

"It’s been three days. Where has she gone with the baby? Why isn’t she home yet?!"

"Dr. Roscente died in the operating room that day, along with the baby, due to complications..."

"Impossible! I left five specialists behind! I told them to go in the moment Emma cried out in pain. How could she have died?!"

A trembling nurse standing nearby spoke up.

"As soon as you left, Secretary Evans claimed her old injury was acting up and took all the specialists you left behind..."

"Secretary Evans never actually had a back injury. When we reviewed Dr. Roscente’s medical records, we discovered that the person who saved you from the fire eight years ago wasn’t Secretary Evans—it was Dr. Roscente..."

Slap!

Xavier Roscente struck the nurse across the face.

"Lies! Do you really think just because she gave birth to a child for the Roscente family, she can make up stories about that fire in front of me? How shameless!"

"Olivia jumped from the third floor to save me. Her back hurts whenever the weather changes. Do you think I wouldn’t know, seeing her every day?"

The nurse, clutching her reddened cheek, shakily placed a report on the table.

"But Secretary Evans’ medical exams over the years never showed any back injury."

"Meanwhile, Dr. Roscente’s records indicate over a dozen comminuted fractures in her spine, along with severe burns..."

"The treatment date matches the day of the fire eight years ago..."

"It’s all clearly written in the report. Please, take a look."

With a pleading tone, the nurse nudged the report closer to Xavier’s hand.

Xavier glanced down at it.

Then he tossed the entire stack into the trash.

A mocking laugh escaped him.

"Emma’s tricks are getting more elaborate. Now she’s hiding and making you speak for her!"

"But I’m not a fool! On the day of the fire eight years ago, I called her hundreds of times, and she never answered! If it weren’t for Olivia, I would’ve died in that fire!"

"And after all these years of marriage, I know her body as well as my own. Wouldn’t I know if she had spinal fractures or burns on her back? Bringing up something from eight years ago—your Dr. Roscente has become both wicked and stupid!"

My spirit hovered above Xavier.

A sharp, searing pain pierced my hollow chest.

He truly never believed me.

Even after seeing the mountains of medication I took over the years.

Even after noticing the discomfort during our intimate moments.

Even when he saw me being wheeled into surgery while he was recovering in the hospital eight years ago.

Yet he still refused to believe.

Still insisted that Olivia, not me, had saved him from the fire.

"Mr. Roscente..."

"Enough! I don’t want to hear it! Tell your Dr. Roscente she can come home or stay away forever—she and that child can rot for all I care!"

"Dr. Roscente is really dead..."

Xavier slammed the door with a bang!

The deafening noise drowned out the nurse’s tearful whisper.

The moment he got home, Xavier saw all the baby supplies I had prepared.

He kicked them aside like trash, then immediately called Olivia.

"Olivia, I’m sending over all the baby things. Emma and that bastard child don’t deserve anything I’ve prepared for them!"

Watching the driver haul away the unwanted items, Xavier exhaled in relief.

He poured himself a glass of wine, settled into the couch, and turned on the TV.

Just as he raised the glass to his lips—

A somber female news anchor’s voice filled the room.

[Three days ago, a renowned obstetrician-gynecologist specialist in our city died on the operating table alongside her child due to complications during delivery. May she rest in peace.]

Xavier set down his glass and shot up from the couch.

His eyes locked onto the bold headline.

Obstetrician-gynecologist specialist? Complications?

His brow furrowed—then, after a few seconds, relaxed into a smirk.

In a city as vast as New York, you could trip over a specialist on every corner.

Besides, Emma’s skills were impeccable.