Chapter 1

At eight months pregnant, I went into early labor. I died on the operating table.

I was rushed into the maternity ward with another pregnant woman.

“The water has broken for this patient; we need to proceed with surgery immediately. Contact the family to confirm signatures.”

“My husband is away on a business trip. I can sign for myself!”

I spoke through the pain, just as a man rushed over to the other woman’s side.

“Save her first! She has a weaker constitution!”

I recognized him immediately. Nathan Chase, my husband.

The same husband who was supposed to be on a business trip out of town. How could he tell them to save someone else first?

Nathan glanced at me with a cold calmness. “She’s an athlete, she’ll be fine. I’m her husband. I can sign the liability waiver.”

He spoke firmly to the medical staff. “I’m Dr. Nathan Chase from Downtown General Hospital’s OB-GYN department. Trust my professional judgment.”

Later, I bled out on the operating table.

Nathan knelt at my grave, sobbing, “Emily, I was wrong. Please, come back.”