During my night shift, an ambulance arrived at the emergency room with my husband, covered in blood. Behind it, a woman who was five months pregnant came in crying.
— Doctor, save my baby’s father! 😮
Everyone knew that Marc had been my husband for five years. I quickly removed my wedding ring and slipped it into my pocket before focusing on him like any other patient.
My name is Julie, I’m 34 years old, and I’ve been an emergency physician in Seattle for eleven years. That night, Marc had just been in a terrible accident: head trauma, probable internal bleeding, and an open fracture of his leg. His blood pressure was dropping dangerously.
— Two IV lines! Prepare blood! Notify surgery and neurosurgery immediately!
A few hours earlier, Marc had texted me: “The rain is terrible. Drive carefully. I left you some soup in the refrigerator. I love you.”
And now he was fighting for his life.
As we rushed him to the operating room, the young woman grabbed onto his stretcher.
— Please, don’t let him die! He’s my husband!
My colleagues froze. They all knew my history with Marc.
The woman placed a hand on her belly.
— Marc promised me he would be there when our son was born.
My heart broke, but I continued doing my job.
After seven hours of surgery, Marc was finally stabilized. The head of the emergency department then asked me to step away from his case.
When I came out of the operating room, Sophie was still waiting.
— Is Marc going to live?
— Did he tell you he was married?
She turned pale.
— He told me he was legally separated…
I then showed her his last message: “I love you.” Later, I called my mother-in-law, Marie. After hearing my story, she fell silent.
— Did you know about her?
She whispered:
— Julie… let me explain.
An icy chill ran through me. Marc had betrayed me, but Marie might have been hiding an even more terrible truth. And what was discovered next was simply shocking. 😮😮
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Marie finally burst into tears.
— Yes… I knew he was seeing Sophie. But what I just found out is much worse.
I remained silent.
— Six months ago, Marc came to see me. He told me he wanted a divorce, but he refused to tell you why. He also asked me never to reveal this secret to you.
— What secret?
Marie lowered her eyes.
— Sophie’s baby isn’t Marc’s.
I thought I had misheard her.
— What?
— Marc discovered that Sophie had lied. She was already pregnant when she met him. But she manipulated him into believing that he was the father.
I felt my legs begin to tremble.
— Then why did he keep seeing her?
Marie pulled an envelope from her bag.
— Because he wanted to protect someone.
Inside were photographs, bank statements, and several messages. I immediately recognized Marc’s handwriting.
There was also a sentence underlined in red:
“Julie must never find out what I did five years ago.”
My heart almost stopped. Five years… exactly since our wedding. I looked at Marie.
— What did he do?
She stared at me with fear in her eyes.
— Marc was never the victim of a simple accident. Someone was trying to silence him.
