He Left Me to Die for His Mistress’s Child

I was trapped in the mangled wreck of my car after a multi-car pile-up, bleeding profusely, my life hanging by a thread.

My husband was the city's top trauma surgeon, and the leader of this helicopter medical rescue team.

As he rushed to my car with an emergency kit, his phone rang.

After the call, he glanced at me, covered in blood, then turned to his intern, "You handle this. Iris, Samantha's daughter, is having an asthma attack. I need to go now."

I desperately clutched at his pant leg, but he kicked me away. "Eleanor, it's just a broken bone, you're not dying! Don't be so dramatic right now!"

The helicopter roared away, taking with it my last hope of survival.

When I next woke, I saw his Ins post: "My little princess's asthma is finally calm. Superman Daddy is always here."

I pulled out the IV line from my hand and called my lawyer, "Activate that hidden equity agreement. I want Osman completely out of the medical field today."

The smell of gasoline, blood, and the screech of grinding metal.

The multi-car pile-up on the interstate was a scene of utter devastation, like a glimpse into hell.

I was pinned in the driver's seat, the steering wheel pressed against my chest, and a jagged piece of rebar had pierced my right leg. Blood was gushing out in torrents.

As my consciousness slowly faded, the roar of a helicopter filled the air above. The rescue team had arrived.

I struggled to open my eyes, and amidst the fluorescent-clad rescuers, I immediately spotted that familiar figure.

My husband, Osman.

He was the chief of trauma surgery at Kind Heart Hospital and the absolute core of this emergency medical rescue.

"Osman" I weakly called out, tears mixing with blood, salty and bitter in my mouth.

He held emergency equipment and strode purposefully towards my car.

When he saw it was me inside, his steps abruptly halted, and his brow instantly furrowed.

"Eleanor? What are you doing here?"

He didn't immediately come forward to check my injuries. Instead, his voice carried a hint of impatience.

"Help me I'm in so much pain" I trembled, reaching out a bloody hand, trying to grab him.

Just then, his phone rang in his pocket.

In this race-against-time rescue, he actually stopped and answered the call.

"Samantha, what's wrong?"

His previously tense, cold voice softened instantly upon answering the call.

From the other end, a woman's tearful voice was clearly audible, even amidst the chaos.

"Osman, please come quickly! Iris is having another asthma attack, her face is turning purple, I'm so scared, I don't know who else to call besides you"

Osman's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with anxiety.

"Don't panic, lay her flat. I'll be right there!"

He hung up and turned to leave.

I mustered every last ounce of strength, desperately clinging to his pant leg.

"Osman are you crazy? I'm still bleeding Where are you going?"

He turned back, looking down at me with an gaze as cold as if I were a complete stranger.

"Eleanor, can you stop being so dramatic right now? It's just a leg injury, you'll be fine!"

"Samantha is alone with the child, and Iris is in critical condition. I have to go!"

I widened my eyes in disbelief, looking at the rebar piercing my thigh and the pool of blood gathering on the seat cushion.

"You call this 'just a minor injury'? I'm your wife! I'm O-negative, and you're the only one on site who can perform this emergency hemostasis!"

"I said you'll be fine, and you will be!" He roughly pulled my hand away, then turned and yelled at a terrified intern standing nearby.

"Kalman, handle this patient. I have an urgent matter and need to use the helicopter!"

"But Osman, she has an arterial injury, and I I have no experience!" The intern's face turned pale with fright.

"Can't you even apply pressure to stop bleeding? Useless!"

Osman spat out the words and ran towards the helicopter without looking back.

I watched as the helicopter stirred up a massive gust of wind, slowly ascending, carrying away my last hope of living.

For his ex-girlfriend's daughter's asthma, he not only abandoned his dying wife but also unilaterally diverted the only medical rescue helicopter at the scene.

Intense pain and blood loss made my vision swim.

Just as I thought I was doomed to die there today, a strong pair of hands forcefully wrenched open the deformed car door.

"Hold on, don't fall asleep!"

A man in a black outdoor jacket knelt beside me, deftly tearing open my pant leg and expertly applying pressure to my femoral artery.

"I'm Douglas from State Hospital. I'm performing emergency hemostasis now. Deep breaths!"

It was Douglas, the youngest cardiovascular and trauma prodigy at State Hospital.

Before completely losing consciousness, I took a long, deep look in the direction the helicopter had disappeared.

Osman, since you chose Samantha.

Then it's war between us.

When I woke again, my eyes were met with blinding white.

The VIP room was eerily quiet, save for the rhythmic beeping of the cardiac monitor.

"Ms. Julian, you're awake."

Sitting on the sofa by the bed was my attorney and long-time friend, Gibbs.

"How long have I been asleep?" My voice was hoarse as if I'd swallowed sand.

"Three full days." Gibbs poured a glass of warm water, moistening my lips with a cotton swab.

"Dr. Douglas performed extreme hemostasis on you at the scene and personally brought you to State Hospital for surgery. You were literally snatched back from the jaws of death."

I lowered my gaze, looking at my right leg, heavily bandaged.

"Where's Osman?"

Gibbs scoffed, handing me his tablet.

"Your wonderful husband has been quite busy these past three days."

On the screen was Osman's Ins post from half an hour ago.

In the photo, he was dressed in casual clothes, holding Samantha's daughter, feeding pigeons in the garden of a high-end private hospital.

Samantha leaned against him, smiling coyly.

The caption read: "My little princess's asthma is finally calm. With Superman Daddy here, there's nothing to fear. Peaceful times, grateful for you."

Below it were countless likes and compliments from his unwitting friends.

"Osman is such a good man."

"What a happy family."

I looked at those words and suddenly felt a wave of nausea, even my chest ached faintly.

Three years ago, Osman was just a struggling doctor whose talents went unrecognized.

It was I, Eleanor Julian, who utilized all of the Julian family's resources, even going against my family, to establish a special medical fund, paving his way to become the chief of trauma surgery at Kind Heart Hospital.

I thought I could soften a stone-cold heart, but I never imagined he was just an ungrateful viper.

The moment Samantha returned to the country, all his affection and responsibility shifted to her.

"Not only that," Gibbs scrolled the screen, bringing up another document.

"Osman was commended by Kind Heart Hospital for his 'decisive command' at the car crash scene and 'timely dispatch of a helicopter to transport a critically ill child.' He's now being nominated for this year's 'City's Outstanding Young Doctor' award."

I almost laughed aloud.

Abandoning his severely injured wife and dozens of other casualties at the scene, misusing a public rescue helicopter to pick up a child having an asthma attack, and he'd managed to spin it into a glorious achievement?

"What did Kind Heart Hospital say?" I asked coldly.

"The entire hospital is covering for him." Gibbs adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a glint in his eyes. "After all, Osman is Kind Heart Hospital's star.

That intern, Kalman, has already been silenced. They even altered the rescue records, listing you as 'minor injuries'."

"Good, truly excellent."

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and when I opened them again, only bone-chilling coldness remained.

"Gibbs, get all those things ready that I asked you to prepare before the crash."

"Also, contact Kind Heart Hospital's board of directors and inform them that the Julian Group Foundation will be conducting an audit."

A hint of excitement curved Gibbs's lips.

"No problem, I've been waiting for you to say that. This kind of scumbag, if we don't make him lose everything, it would be a disservice to all the blood you shed."

Just then, the hospital room door was forcefully pushed open.

Jack, Osman's assistant, poked his head in, carrying a cheap fruit basket.

Seeing me awake, he visibly froze, then put on a fake smile.

"Ms. Julian, you're awake? Mr. Osman has been busy with an important consultation these past few days and couldn't break away, so he specially asked me to come check on you."

I looked at him coldly, "An important consultation? Was it the one feeding pigeons in a private hospital garden?"

Jack's smile stiffened, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Ms. Julian, please don't misunderstand, Mr. Osman he"

"Get out." I couldn't be bothered to listen to his nonsense.

"Ms. Julian, actually, I have one more thing to do today." Jack bravely stepped forward, pulling a document from his briefcase.

"This is the hospital's accident waiver. Mr. Osman said that since nothing major happened to you this time, to avoid affecting his award nomination, he hopes you can sign it to confirm his rescue deployment was reasonable."

I looked at the absurd waiver, my anger turning into a cold laugh.

He not only wanted my life but also wanted me to step on my own blood and flesh to elevate his throne.

"Nothing major happened?"

I snatched the water cup from the bedside table and hurled it violently at Jack's feet.

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room.

"Take this trash and go back and tell Osman. He wants my signature? Tell him to come beg me on his knees!"

Less than half an hour after Jack scrambled away, Osmans call came through.

I put it on speaker and started recording.

"Eleanor, what the hell is wrong with you?"

The moment the call connected, his usual arrogant, accusatory tone filled the room.

"Jack went to visit you out of goodwill, why did you throw something?"

"Do you know how exhausted I've been these past few days dealing with the aftermath of the crash? Can't you be more sensible and stop being so hysterical!"

Listening to his attempt to shift the blame, my heart was surprisingly calm.

Theres no greater sorrow than a heart that has given up, thats probably what it felt like.

"You're tired?" I sneered. "Tired from Samanthas bed, or from feeding pigeons with her daughter?"

A moment of silence on the other end, then his voice abruptly rose.

"You're spying on me? Eleanor, you're an utterly unreasonable, jealous woman!"

"Samantha just returned to the country, and Iris isn't well. What's wrong with me taking care of them as a friend?"

"As a friend, you need to abandon your hemorrhaging wife and use a hospital rescue helicopter to pick them up?"

"I told you, you weren't going to die then!" Osman roared. "Look at you now, aren't you perfectly fine, arguing with me?"

"Iris is different; asthma can suffocate someone! As a doctor, is it wrong for me to judge who needs emergency care more?"

His twisted logic was astonishing.

"Osman, have you lost even your most basic common sense?"

"A ruptured artery versus pediatric asthma, which one is immediately fatal? Did you spend ten years of medical school learning absolutely nothing?"

"Don't you dare lecture me!" He was stung and lashed out in anger. "I'm telling you, you will sign that waiver!"

"This 'Outstanding Young Doctor' selection is crucial to me. If I win it, I'll be smoothly promoted to Vice-Director."

"If you dare to sabotage me at this critical juncture, don't blame me for disregarding our marriage!"

I listened silently to his rant, my finger tapping lightly on the tablet.

"What if I don't sign?"

"Don't sign?" Osman sneered, "Eleanor, don't forget, the room you're in, the medication you're taking, it's all because of my connections!"

"If I stopped your specialized care, do you think you'd recover this quickly? You'd better face reality; without me, you're nothing!"

"Alright, I understand."

I didn't argue with him as usual, but calmly hung up the phone.

Save the recording, package it, and send it to Gibbs.

Without him, I'm nothing?

He probably forgot who gave him everything he has now.

In the afternoon, an uninvited guest arrived in my room: Samantha.

She was wearing a designer gown, ten-centimeter heels, and exquisite makeup, walking in like a victor.

She was also holding hands with her so-called "near-death" daughter, Iris.

Iris held a lollipop, her face rosy, showing no trace of weakness from an asthma attack.

"Oh, Eleanor, you really are awake?"

Samantha took off her sunglasses, feigning surprise by covering her mouth, but her eyes shamelessly scrutinized my cast-clad leg.

"Osman said you were seriously injured; I was so worried. So, as soon as Iris was discharged, I rushed to bring her to see you."

I leaned against the headboard, watching her poor act with cold eyes.

"Seen enough? The door's behind you. No need to escort you out."

Samantha didn't get angry; she simply pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Eleanor, don't be so upset. I know Osman couldn't tend to you that day because he was saving Iris, and you're upset."

"But you have to be understanding of him, after all Iris is very special to him."

She deliberately emphasized 'very special,' her eyes full of provocation.

I sneered, "Oh really? How special? So special that he'd abandon his wife?"

Samantha's face froze, then she reverted to that smug expression.

"Eleanor, women need to know how to compromise. You're always so strong, of course Osman doesn't like it."

"He was complaining to me yesterday, saying he felt so suffocated with you. Only with me does he feel like a needed man."

She leaned closer, lowering her voice to a whisper only we could hear:

"Actually, Osman has wanted to divorce you for a long time. He only stayed with you for your Julian family's resources."

"Now he's about to become Vice-Director. Do you think you still have any use for him?"

I looked at her gloating face, feeling no anger, only pity.

"Samantha, what kind of perfect man do you think you've found?"

I picked up my phone, shaking the screen to show the active recording interface.

"I've recorded every single word you just said. What do you think Osman would think if I sent this recording to him?"

Samantha's face instantly changed. She abruptly stood up, trying to snatch my phone.

"You tricked me!"

"Bang!"

The door to the room was forcefully pushed open, and Douglas, in a white lab coat, walked in expressionlessly.

He was followed by two security guards.

"Ma'am, this is the Intensive Care Unit. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed. Security, please escort her out."

Seeing this, Samantha immediately put on a pathetic expression, tears welling up instantly.

"Doctor, you've misunderstood, I'm here to visit my sister"

Douglas didn't spare her a glance, simply uttered coldly, "Get her out."

The security guards immediately stepped forward, grabbing Samantha by each arm.

"What are you doing! Let go of me! I'm Osman's guest!" Samantha shrieked as she was dragged out, even losing one of her high heels.

The room returned to quiet.

Douglas walked to the bedside and flipped through my medical records.

"Recovering well. But your taste is indeed questionable, to fall for such trash?"

His tongue was as sharp as ever.

I looked at him, earnestly saying, "Thank you, Dr. Douglas. Not just for saving my life."

Douglas closed the medical record, his hands in the pockets of his lab coat, looking down at me.

"No need for thanks. I just don't like people making a scene on my turf. Also"

He paused, a sharp glint flashing in his deep eyes.

"Kind Heart Hospital has already sealed your medical records."

"They plan to portray you as a hysterical woman who obstructed rescue efforts to highlight Osman's heroic image. What do you plan to do?"

I curled my lips into a cold smile.

"What to do?"

"Since they've set the stage, I'll be the one to put on the show for them."