My Husband Chose His First Love

The kidnappers forced both me and my husband's first love to drink a lethal poison.

He held the only antidote in his hand and walked toward that woman without hesitation.

I spent an entire year lying in the hospital.

When I woke up, he stood by my bed and said, "Let's divorce. Olivia is pregnant with my child."

I tilted my head in confusion. "Excuse me, but who are you?"

Doctors gathered around my bed, whispering among themselves.

"This can't be..." The chief physician kept examining my brain scans. "The brainstem damage was severe..."

Several specialists took turns testing my neurological responses.

Finally, they reached a consensus. "This defies current medical understanding."

My parents visited only once after I regained consciousness.

They avoided my gaze and quietly asked the doctor, "Can she still conceive?"

When they received confirmation, their expressions darkened instantly.

After that, they never stepped foot in my hospital room again.

Strangely, I felt nothing.

It was like watching someone else's story.

On the day of my discharge, my brother came to pick me up.

"Olivia hasn't been feeling well lately—her heart. Mom and Dad have to accompany her for check-ups..."

He studied my reaction through the rearview mirror.

When I didn't respond, he suddenly raised his voice. "Can't you be more considerate of your sister?"

I was staring out the window. "That dog's howling is hilarious."

A Husky sat by the roadside, wailing at the sky.

My brother froze, then frowned. "Don't provoke Olivia when we get home. She's been unwell for months."

"Got it," I replied immediately.

He gave me a suspicious look. "Since when have you been this obedient?"

"What should I do instead?" I asked calmly.

He faltered and changed the subject. "Never mind. You should go to the Roscentes'. Olivia is staying at our place now—it's complicated."

Just then, someone knocked on the car window.