Once Betrayed And Killed, Now Reborn To Avenge

As his girlfriend, I believed I should be more understanding and more considerate. The more guilty I felt, the harder I tried to care for him.

But everything came crashing down on our first wedding anniversary.

A stranger added me as a friend, and from there, everything began to unravel, exposing just how naïve and foolish I had been.

Lorelei sent me a video, a cruel show of victory.

In that video, Aiden appeared as a gentle, loving version of himself I had never seen, his eyes shining with affection I thought was reserved for me.

It turned out that his so-called "busyness" was just a convenient excuse. For a single call from his childhood sweetheart, he would drop everything, no matter the distance, to be by her side.

Their childhood bond was something I, a mere stranger in his life, could never hope to match.

All I could do was cry in silence, my heart shattered, too afraid to confront him with the truth.

In my previous life, when Lorelei passed away, Aiden stayed by my side, never leaving. At that moment, I believed he had finally turned his attention back to our family, recognizing my worth.

He even designed a dreamy children’s room for our little one, pouring his love into every detail.

Every meal was carefully planned, each dish prepared by his own hands—his love seemed overwhelming, blinding me to the truth.

But on the day I gave birth, the truth finally shattered the illusion.

He had built a prison of love, raising me high on the wings of affection, only to bring me crashing down, his final act of vengeance for the woman he truly loved.

To see me fall from grace was his sweetest revenge.

“Such a shame, such a young life lost. Her husband’s a doctor, too; how could he not have seen the signs? What will she do now…”

“Shh, don’t speak anymore.”

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a double hospital room, the weight of it all sinking in.

A relative from the neighboring bed came over, her eyes soft with concern.

“You’re finally awake. How do you feel? Should I call your husband? Honestly, how could he be so busy? You were in such a dangerous state, and yet he wasn’t by your side.”

I couldn’t stop myself from glancing down at my now-flat abdomen, the emptiness of it all overwhelming. Tears fell as if they had been waiting for the chance to escape.

“The baby couldn’t be saved. If only…”

My voice broke, and I shuddered slightly. “Maybe it’s better this way. At least the child won’t have to suffer because of me.”

The woman sensed my sorrow and stammered, trying to offer comfort.

“Right now, you need to focus on taking care of yourself. Don’t dwell on it too much.”

Many had pointed out to him that something was wrong with me, but he remained convinced it was just another one of my schemes.

Precious time, time that could have saved us both, had slipped away.

Seeing my expression, the woman’s face flushed with indignation.

“Doctors these days, aren’t they supposed to be angels in white? But all I see are butchers!”

“If I hadn’t raised a ruckus and begged them to check on you, you probably wouldn’t have made it. It would’ve been a double tragedy.”

“And your husband, how could he stand by and let you die, even if couples argue? He’s a doctor, for heaven’s sake!”

“I saw countless videos of the scene online. Public opinion is in an uproar.”

Her voice grew more heated with each word, and I could almost see her rushing to the nurses’ station to unleash her fury.

I swallowed the storm rising in my chest and, with a heart heavy as a stone, whispered, “He doesn’t love me. To him, my death would be a release.”

My words seemed to hit her like a slap, and her expression faltered.

She hesitated, then tried to offer what comfort she could, urging me to divorce him once I was out of the hospital and even promising to help me for the next few days.

I smiled faintly and politely declined.

I picked up my phone in silence, my heart sinking as I scrolled through the news.

The fractured relationships between medical staff and patients have always made headlines, but today, the situation has crossed a line.

As a doctor, saving lives was their sworn duty. Yet, they had stood by, letting a patient slip away.

The vivid red bloodstains on the floor were a stark reminder of the horror.

Someone had uploaded the entire video to the comment section.

The fury was instant and unrelenting.

People demanded answers. How could a doctor fail to recognize the peril of a pregnant woman in distress? Where was their sense of professionalism?