My Husband's Lover Took My Uterus!

The surgery was scheduled for 10 a.m. the next day, and since it was a weekday, John didn't even bother to come with me. Instead, he just messaged me:

[It's a simple procedure, and with Chloe there, I trust everything will be fine.]

At the time, I believed him. I reassured myself, thinking the surgery consent form clearly stated it was for uterine fibroid removal. After all, I had personally confirmed and signed it, and the entire surgery would be recorded. Even if Chloe wanted to harm me, I convinced myself she wouldn't dare.

As the anesthesia took effect, I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Hours later, when I finally woke up, the first thing I did was check my abdomen. That's when I noticed the ugly, centipede-like scar. Just then, Chloe glanced over at me, seeing I was awake.

"The surgery was successful. You'll be discharged in a few days," Chloe said flatly. Without another word, she left the room. I let out a sigh of relief, thinking it was all over.

However, moments later, a nurse came in to transfer me from the operating room to the recovery ward. As she casually explained the post-op care, she let out a sigh that caught me off guard.

"It's a shame," the nurse muttered, "you're so young, and now your uterus is gone. And you haven't even had kids."

Her words hit me like a truck. Instinctively, I grabbed her arm, my voice shaking.

"What did you just say?! They took out my uterus?!"

The nurse froze, wide-eyed, clearly startled by my outburst, and quickly tried to calm me down.

"Mrs. Quinn, please don't get worked up. Losing your uterus means you can't have kids, but with proper recovery, it won't impact your overall health too much."

My whole body started shaking.

Before I even realized it, I was shouting. "They took out my uterus?! Are you freaking serious?!"

Panicked, the nurse called out, "Doctor! Dr. Williams, get in here! The patient is having a breakdown!"

Moments later, Chloe strolled in, her hands casually stuffed into her coat pockets, her face completely indifferent.

"What's the big deal, Ms. Morgan? Didn't you agree to the hysterectomy? Why the meltdown now?" she asked with a smug smirk.

And just like that, everything clicked. If I didn't know before, I knew now. Chloe had sabotaged me.

"Chloe, give me my medical records and the surgery form! I signed for fibroid removal, not this!" I snapped, my voice shaking with fury.

With a loud thud, she tossed the file onto my bed, her tone cold and sharp.

"Check for yourself," she said.

Hands trembling, I opened the file. To my horror, my original diagnosis of V-type uterine fibroids, which only required simple removal, had somehow changed to late-stage malignant tumors. The consent form had been altered from fibroid removal to full uterine removal.

I was devastated. I'd always dreamed of having children. Now, she'd stolen that from me.

"No! This isn't what I signed! You changed it, Chloe! You did this on purpose! I'm calling the cops!" I yelled, my heart pounding with rage.

Just then, John appeared in the doorway, looking shocked and confused. Wasting no time, Chloe rushed into his arms, acting like the victim.

"John, Leia's losing it! But she decided to have the surgery," she whined.

John just stood there, stunned. After a brief pause, he muttered, "Wait, what? Leia had her uterus removed? I thought it was just fibroids. Why the hell would they take out her whole uterus?"

Chloe jumped in, her voice calm and smooth, like she'd rehearsed it. "At first, yeah, it was fibroids, but they turned into a malignant tumor. If we hadn't removed it, she could've died."

John's face darkened as he grabbed the medical records and consent form off the bed. After a quick look, his expression twisted with anger.

"Even if it was a tumor, there are other treatments! You know how much I wanted kids! How could you just decide to get your uterus removed without even talking to me first?!"

"No! That's not what happened! The papers I signed didn't say anything about that! Chloe changed them after I signed! Please, call the police! She did this on purpose!" I pleaded, desperate for him to see the truth.

John stared at me for what felt like forever.

Then, with a cold snort, he tossed the file back onto the bed. "The documents are clear. Black and white. Chloe wouldn't risk her career over something like this. You've really let me down, Leia."

Feeling utterly heartbroken, I muttered, "So you don't believe me? You're gonna side with her?"

"Yes, Leia. You're selfish. There's no point in dragging this out. Let's get a divorce." I saw a flash of satisfaction in Chloe's eyes.

Then, I stared at John, completely reeling. "You really want to divorce me? After everything?"

"Yes, Leia. I'm done. From now on, we go our separate ways," he said, his voice cold and final.

At that moment, I saw a glimmer of victory flash in Chloe's eyes.

Before I could respond, John stormed out of the room. Without missing a beat, Chloe quickly followed, latching onto his arm as they walked away together. They didn't look back.

As soon as they disappeared from view, my long-restrained tears finally flowed.

Fine, then. They'd better be ready for my wrath if this is their chosen path.

Without hesitation, I grabbed my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in a long time.

"Dad, I want to come home and take over the family business."

I will ruin John Quinn and make him crawl back to be the broke loser he used to be!