Back then, he really did love me. We spent every waking moment together. At work, we’d grab lunch in the breakroom; after work, we’d shop at the grocery store and go home to cook dinner. He, on the other hand, gave up his social life, devoting himself to patients and me.
And now? Seeing him with Cynthia like this? I didn’t feel jealous or even surprised. After what he did in my last life—laying his hands on our child—he was already dead to me.
“You’ve got the nerve to show up here?” A sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts just as I was about to leave.
“Oh, you should be here,” Hadden sneered. “But don’t think you can just apologize and walk away like it’s nothing.”
He then gestured to the empty urine bag attached to my side. “What’s the deal with this? Trying to gain pity? You really think I’m the same fool who used to believe your lies?”
Afterward, Hadden stormed toward me and unleashed his fury without holding back.
“Hadden, why are you being so harsh to Nydia?” Cynthia said weakly, stopping Hadden. “I’ve already let it go. Why can’t you?”
“Cynthia, you’re too kind. Look at you—you’re still taking all those antibiotics!”
“I’m fine,” Cynthia said but then coughed afterward.
“See?!” His voice rose, his anger instantly redirected. In a fit of frustration, he kicked my wheelchair hard enough to nearly topple it.
“Let me tell you something, Nydia,” he spat. “If you weren’t pregnant, I’d have no problem kicking your insides out.”
I clung to the wall to steady myself, managing to keep the wheelchair from completely flipping over.
“Hadden,” I said, my voice cold and calm. “Let’s get a divorce.”
“Oh, playing hard to get now?” Hadden smirked, his eyes narrowing. “What, you think I’m afraid of you asking for a divorce? You really think I’m still that idiot who followed you around like a lovesick puppy?”
He scoffed and continued, “Wake up, Nydia! I’m done falling for your games. Fine, you want a divorce? Have the baby first, and then get the hell out of my life.”
I didn’t bother wasting another word on him. I turned the wheelchair around and left.
Back at the ward, the staff were still busy sterilizing everything. The intern had been sent off to clinical training, while the other coworkers openly gossiped about how I’d disgraced the department.
“She’s supposed to be the head nurse, but she can’t even do her job,” one of them muttered.