Bleeding and terrified, a wife signs the emergency C-section consent to save her unborn triplets while her heartless husband switches off his phone to cut a cake with his first love. When he finally returns to the hospital, he stops cold as a nurse tells him, “She left four days ago. Isn’t she home?”
At 2:17 p.m., a nurse laid the consent form across Emily Carter’s shaking stomach because the bedside tray was already crowded. Blood had soaked through the towel beneath her hips. The monitors screamed in broken rhythms, three fragile heartbeats flickering across the screen like frightened birds.
“Mrs. Carter,” Dr. Naomi Patel said, her tone controlled despite the urgency in her eyes, “we need to perform an emergency C-section now. Baby B is in distress. Baby C’s cord is compressed. Waiting could cost us all three.”
Emily’s mouth felt painfully dry. She looked toward the empty chair beside her bed, the place where her husband should have been sitting. Mark had said he was only stepping out to “make one quick call.” Forty minutes had passed.
“Call him again,” Emily whispered.
Nurse Lauren tried. The call went directly to voicemail.
Across town, Mark Carter was laughing inside a private dining room at a country club while Madison Vale, his first love, held a silver cake knife above a white chocolate raspberry cake. His phone buzzed once in his pocket. He glanced at Emily’s name, frowned, then held down the side button until the screen turned dark.
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