After My Husband Chose Her Over Me

I was administering an IV drip to Amos Kelly's beloved Hailey Peterson. She falsely accused me of hurting her with the needle. Not only did Amos believe her, but he pushed me so hard that I miscarried. Heartbroken and defeated, I decided to fake my death and go through with the divorce. In a bitter twist, Amos abandoned his precious Hailey and knelt by my grave, sobbing uncontrollably.

I'm a nurse, and today my duty was to attend to my husband's infatuation. Dressed in my nurse’s uniform after a long shift, I looked utterly exhausted. Meanwhile, Amos's perfect Hailey appeared in all her youthful elegance. "Hold still," I instructed, but she kept squirming, causing the needle to miss and draw blood. "Why can't you do it right? It hurts so much." Just as I wanted to respond, Hailey rushed into Amos's arms as he entered the room. "Amos, look at what she did to my hand; it’s bleeding, and it hurts so much!"

I had never heard Amos speak so gently. "Does it hurt? Let me make it better," he cooed. I looked up, my eyes stinging with tears. Amos and I had been married for three years, yet I was just a shadow trailing behind him. He was the prince of the social elite, while my family had fallen on hard times. Even our marriage was a favor my grandfather arranged on his deathbed, hoping to see me happy. But Amos never loved me. Despite three years of marriage, I couldn't reach his heart.

Last month, when his cherished Hailey returned from Europe, he often didn’t come home, and when he did, he was drunk and even mistook me for Hailey, forcing himself on me. "Amos, your wife is right here. Is it really appropriate to be all over someone else?" I said, standing up, fists clenched. Hailey looked tearful and pitifully frail. Naturally, Amos was full of concern, gently wiping her tears as if I didn’t exist. "Amos, it’s okay. Maybe you should comfort Flora," Hailey suggested.

"Flora, if you can't do your job, why are you still a nurse? And now, instead of apologizing for your mistake?" Amos's words were relentless, and soon Aubree Tran, the head nurse, arrived, drawn by the commotion. "What are you doing? Apologize immediately." Aubree’s slap on my back stung terribly, and I stared at Amos, walking over. "Amos, she kept moving. I told her to stay still…" I reached for Hailey but was shoved aside by Amos, collapsing to the floor as a sharp pain gripped my abdomen.

"I didn’t move; you just don’t know how to give an injection properly…" Hailey's voice was soft and weak, while Amos's was cold as ice. "Someone like her shouldn't be here. I'll be telling Dr. Arthur Lewis about this. Hailey, I'll take you to get your shot; there's nothing to worry about." As they left, Amos didn’t spare me a glance while I lay on the floor. A sudden warm rush filled my lower belly, and when I touched it, my hand came away covered in blood. Aubree’s eyes widened in shock before calling for a stretcher.

I was semi-conscious as they wheeled me into surgery. "What's happening? Why am I bleeding so much?" Emir Hill, the doctor, looked at me with pity. "Flora, you were pregnant." A moment of joy was overshadowed by immense fear. "Please, save it. I beg you," I sobbed uncontrollably. "It's not viable. But there will be others." The cold touch of medical instruments inside me left me feeling empty. There is no future, no hope.

When I awoke, I was in a hospital bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling. I had just discovered my little Everlee, and now he was gone. Everlee, you were taken away by your own father. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face until the hospital room door opened and Kendall Robertson walked in. "I told you to divorce Amos sooner; why didn't you listen? Look at you now, so lifeless and defeated. Flora, have you forgotten how vibrant you once were?"