Ian barely glanced at me. “No anesthesiologist is available. Not to mention that this surgery is illegal, calling in another doctor would only cause unnecessary complications. We'll proceed without it.”
A wave of sheer terror washed over me. My blood turned to ice.
“Ian, you're a monster!” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation.
Ian scoffed. “I’m doing this to save your best friend. Why are you making such a fuss?”
Jaime rolled his eyes. “You just don’t want Trish to get better, do you? You’ve always been a jealous of her, vindictive bitch.”
My eyes locked onto Jaime’s, my voice shaking with rage. “And you—have you lost your damn mind? Do you even remember whose baby this is?”
Jaime smirked, pure contempt in his eyes. “Exactly. And that’s why this is happening. My child was meant to save Trish—it’s his destiny, his purpose.”
He turned to Ian. “Hurry up. Let’s get this over with.”
Ian nodded, grabbing a pen and signing a surgical consent form without a second thought.
“I married you for this moment. Now that I’ve signed the consent form as your husband, you have no legal ground to fight her on the future.”