My Lover's Intern Made Me Infertile

When I logged into social media again, I was taken aback by the flood of tens of thousands of likes and countless private messages. My post had gone viral, landing on the trending topics and drawing intense criticism from netizens. Some had even traced my IP address to discover the hospital where Finley worked, and they identified the surgical team involved on the day of my operation.

As a result, Finley and Ashley quickly became targets of online outrage, and the hospital itself faced scrutiny.

Meanwhile, I lay in my hospital bed, still recovering, when Finley, my mother, and Ashley entered the room together. They formed a tight circle around me, their expressions a mix of concern and something else—defensiveness?

As I processed the situation, I anticipated what was coming. I braced myself for the confrontation that was about to unfold.

“Natalia, why are you being so unreasonable? What good will this do for you, for me, or for your fiancé?” Ashley's voice trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks. It was evident that the backlash had taken a toll on her; the netizens had not only unearthed her university details but had also exposed her home address. Suddenly, all her private information was out in the open, and she was visibly shaken by the consequences.

My mother let out a heavy sigh, her gaze filled with disappointment. “You really don’t understand, do you? I only said a few things to you yesterday. Why did you have to go and post this online? The internet is not a kind place. Don’t be so extreme, Natalia. This won’t do you or Finley any good.”

“You’re getting married soon!” she added, her tone sharp with urgency.

Just then, I could hear the commotion outside. It sounded like reporters and onlookers had gathered, blocking the hospital entrance, and I realized the storm I had unleashed was far from over.

The hospital administration finally took notice of the situation and decided to suspend my case for the time being. I had no choice but to pack my things and head home temporarily. At least I could rest well there; after all, rest was what I needed right now.

“Honestly, aren’t you just asking for trouble?” My mother nagged as she helped me pack, her voice laced with frustration. Meanwhile, Finley was much more straightforward.

“Natalia, you brought this on yourself. You deserve it.”

Ashley, her eyes glistening with tears, interjected softly, “I’m so sorry, Natalia. This is all my fault. Can you consider changing the article you posted online?”

She continued, taking the blame entirely upon herself. “Just put all the mistakes on me. I’m willing to accept responsibility. My lack of experience caused this mess.”

I watched her self-recrimination unfold, feeling a mix of frustration and disbelief.

“Natalia, you need to delete that article and apologize. The situation is too volatile,” my mother urged, her tone more serious now. “I advise you not to waste public resources like this.”

“Please, delete it and apologize, Natalia. It would give us some room to maneuver,” Finley added, his voice tense with urgency.

“Natalia, I’m begging you. If you delete it, I’ll apologize to you—just like that,” Ashley pleaded, desperation etched on her face.

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As I faced the three of them pleading with me, I slowly peeled an apple, savoring each deliberate motion. Once they finished speaking, I took a crisp bite, the crunch echoing in the tense atmosphere.

"I refuse."

The shock on their faces was palpable; they had never witnessed my stubbornness like this before.

The hospital notified me that I needed to move out by the afternoon. I packed my belongings and returned home, sinking into a much-needed nap.

When I woke up, the house was quiet—no one was around. I sat up and grabbed my phone, only to see another hot topic trending at the top of my feed.

"Doctor Clarifies the Facts: Everything Was Directed and Acted by Himself."

Curiosity piqued, I clicked on the trending news and watched Finley’s video. Dressed in a crisp white coat, he spoke calmly to a swarm of reporters surrounding him.

“Hello everyone, I’m Finley, the attending physician involved in this incident. I called you here today to clarify the recent misuse of public resources.”

I raised an eyebrow, wondering if the pressure from public opinion and higher-ups had finally compelled Finley to take responsibility.

But then he said something that left me stunned.

“First, I apologize on behalf of my fiancée. I regret that she misused public resources with false information, leading to online harassment. I didn’t manage her properly and allowed her to act inappropriately. I’m very sorry.”

I widened my eyes in disbelief at the shutter clicks of the cameras capturing the moment. But it was his next statement that hit me like a punch to the gut.

“Natalia’s real intention was to extort money. This whole situation was orchestrated by her; it was all an act.”