My Wife's Betrayal, My Gift — Novel

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In a desperate moment of life and death, Dr. Eddie Murph stands at a crossroads, torn between his career and the woman he vowed to cherish. As his pregnant wife, Susan, fights for her life in the delivery room, Eddie’s response is chillingly indifferent. With a bloodied wrist and a heart hardened by years of struggle, he opts for apathy over action, igniting an uproar from those around him.

The stakes couldn't be higher: a mother on the brink of death, a child yet to be born, and a family shattered by betrayal. As the cries of Susan’s parents echo through the sterile hospital corridors, Eddie remains unyielding, even as the weight of their despair threatens to crush him. What could possibly justify such callousness?

Yet, beneath the surface of his arrogance lies a tangled web of love, obligation, and sacrifice. Will Eddie's cold demeanor hold firm, or will the truth of his own heart force him to confront the consequences of his choices? In a world where the line between betrayal and loyalty blurs, one question remains: how far will he go to protect what truly matters?

My Wife's Betrayal, My GiftChapter 1

As my pregnant wife was wheeled into the delivery room, I calmly opened a mobile game.

Moments later, the attending physician burst out, his face pale with panic.

"Dr. Eddie, your wife is experiencing an amniotic fluid embolism! You’re the only one here qualified to handle this. Come with me now!"

His voice trembled with urgency as he looked at me, desperation written across his face.

After all, I was the only doctor in the province who had successfully treated a patient with an amniotic fluid embolism.

Without even glancing up from my screen, I replied calmly, "She’s my wife. According to hospital regulations, I can’t operate on her."

At that moment, my mother-in-law, Margareth Johanssen, collapsed to her knees, her voice choked with tears.

"Eddie, I’m begging you! Please save Susan! She’s there, giving birth to your child!"

She clutched at me, her trembling hands trying to pull me up. I sidestepped her grasp, lifting my right hand to reveal a swollen and bloodied wrist.

A cold laugh escaped my lips. "Unfortunately, I tore a tendon earlier today. I can’t even hold a scalpel."

Bright red blood dripped from the jagged wound, vivid and shocking.