Chapter 1

On my due date, my husband Blake's depressed ex-girlfriend Isaacson burst into the obstetrics ward.

She stabbed a fruit knife into my side.

But Blake crouched down first in front of Isaacson, whose arm had a scratch.

A nurse said:

"Dr. Blake, your wife is in critical condition. She needs surgery immediately!"

Blake looked up and glanced at me, his tone calm:

"Her wound didn't hit any organs. She can hold on for now. Isaacson has a coagulation disorder. Even a minor scratch might not stop bleeding. Her situation is more urgent.

Give Isaacson those two bags of blood reserved for the delivery first."

As I was being pushed away, I used all my strength to grab his white coat.

He frowned and looked down at me.

"Isaacson didn't do it on purpose. She had an episode. You studied medicine too, you should sympathize with patients."

After saying that, he took out a pre-printed settlement agreement from his pocket.

Holding my blood-covered hand, he pressed a fingerprint in the signature section.

"The next batch of blood bags will arrive soon. Just hold on a little longer."

He carried Isaacson away.

The corridor was empty. No one looked back.

The baby in my belly kicked me desperately, once, then again.