In the moments before I lost consciousness, I saw a familiar man and woman step out of the black sedan. Ludwig ran towards me in a panic, the hickey on his collarbone piercing my eyes like a sharp thorn.
He held me tightly in his arms, terrified, "Honey, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away."
I didn't have time to respond before I fell into a coma. When I woke up, I was already on the operating table.
Ludwig, in a white coat, was anxiously performing surgery on me, "Don't be afraid, Suzy. I won't let anything happen to you or the baby. The surgery will be over soon."
Whitney, standing beside me, had reddened eyes and a choked voice, "I'm so sorry, Suzy. It was all because I interfered with Ludwig's driving that this happened. I'm so sorry, so very sorry. Don't worry, Ludwig is a very skilled doctor. You and the baby will be absolutely fine."
The image of them being intimate in the car immediately flashed through my mind. Anger surged within me, but the anesthesia prevented me from uttering a single word.