Chapter 5
By the time I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was a white ceiling.
I was lying in a hospital bed attached to a ventilator and unable to move.
The medical equipment beside me started to beep.
Soon, doctors and nurses rushed in. Their faces lit up in surprise when they saw that I was conscious.
“You have a dozen broken bones, multiple organs suffered crush injuries, and you also hemorrhaged a lot due to your
miscarriage. It’s amazing that you managed to survive through all that!”
They declared that I was no longer in critical danger, so they transferred me out of the Intensive Care Unit.
The doctors wanted to contact my next of kin, but Steven never answered his phone. In fact, he never made an appearance, not even when I was finally discharged.
During my stay at the hospital, his parents had come to visit me. They, too, made several calls to Steven. When he finally answered and found out they were with me, he was rather annoyed.
“Mom, Dad, you’re also siding with that woman who does nothing but lie? You’re going to help her deceive me too? She was in the Triangle of Life then, so there’s no possibility of her suffering such severe injuries!
“Yelena, you truly are shameless! Not only are you trying to blackmail me emotionally, but you’re also making my parents lie to me too! I regret abiding by my parents and marrying a woman as manipulative as you!”
Then, he promptly ended the call.
I never saw him at the hospital, but I often saw him online.
In order to celebrate Wendy’s birthday, he booked out an entire revolving restaurant–a very expensive one at that–and also set off fireworks all over the city.
He also posted a picture of him and Wendy on social media. It showed them holding hands while wearing matching couple’s rings, with a caption that declared Wendy as his true love.
I, his legally married wife, had turned into a complete joke.
The day I was discharged from the hospital, his mother, Tina Foster, wheeled me out in a wheelchair. I had many fractures and thus needed more time to recover before I could walk again.
The injury on my right hand, however, was another matter. The doctor had told me that because it had been wedged under rubble for too long, my bones and nerves had suffered irreparable damage.
Steven was right about one thing. I knew how important hands were to a doctor.
This was because I, too, was a doctor. In fact, I was a ronou
never be able to hold a scalpel again.
