My Husband defended the Woman Who Caused My Miscarriage, So I Left HimChapter 1
My husband’s childhood friend, Nancy Price, got distracted on her phone during her nurse shift and gave me the wrong IV.
I was two months pregnant by then and I lost my baby.
My husband Edwin Andrews, who was also my attending doctor, covered for her. “The miscarriage was due to the patient hiding her allergy history. It had nothing to do with the nurse’s procedure,” he falsely testified.
Nancy faced no consequences. Instead, the hospital accused me of stirring problems and made me pay for the entire medical review instead.
Edwin told me, “We can always try for another child, but if Nancy gets a black mark on her record, her whole career will be ruined.”
I remained silent at his response, no shed of tears, no screaming. Then, I calmly asked for a divorce.
At that, Edwin thought I was just being dramatic. “You love me too much to actually leave. Stop acting out. In the end, you’ll only embarrass yourself.”
What he didn’t know was that tucked between the diagnostic report and the discharge summary he’d just signed… was the divorce agreement I had prepared long ago.
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Edwin rubbed his temples, looking impatient. “Stop making a scene at the hospital! I’ll take you home.”
He stood, shrugging off his white coat.
I ignored him and turned toward the door. The moment I pulled it open, I ran straight into someone standing outside.
It was Nancy.
She was holding a steaming bowl of soup and smiling sweetly. “Ms. Robertson, I made this for you.”
I glanced at it—shrimp and crab floated in the broth. My admission papers clearly stated I was allergic to seafood.
Losing my baby apparently hadn’t been enough—she seemed so eager on killing me.
I said nothing to that and walk past her. All of the sudden, Nancy stumbled sideways and spilled the scalding soup all over me.
She let out a sharp “Oh no!” and looked as though she might cry.
Before I could react, Edwin—still half out of his coat—rushed to her side. He took her hands in his.
“How could you be so careless?” he asked.
Sniffling, Nancy murmured, “I just thought Ms. Robertson needed something nourishing after the miscarriage, but she seemed not liking it and—”
Her gaze flicked toward the steaming mess on the floor and she stopped mid-sentence.
Edwin’s glared at me and clenched his jaw. “Sammy! You’re unbelievable.”