When the neighboring doctor had walked by and offered to help, Peter’s fury had grown. “Gia, I told you to stop! As a doctor, I refuse to operate. As a husband, I refuse to sign. If you had energy to scream, you’d be done by now!”
Blocking my path to the operating room, he tore up the consent form. His voice rang out for everyone nearby. “No wasting resources! No surgery! No pain relief! Only natural birth!”
The blood now poured from my body in an unstoppable flow, like a river spreading through the delivery room, painting the floor in my last testament. My hand instinctively touched my swollen belly in a final farewell and I closed my eyes as the darkness claimed me.
"I still think Gia wouldn't joke about the child…"
On the other side of the door, Millie’s sweet voice interrupted Peter’s tirade, her words dripping with mock humility and innocence.
Peter responded with disdain, his voice laced with bitter sarcasm. "Oh, don't I know Gia? She’s done countless things to manipulate and deceive and yet, my little baby, you’re the only one who can’t see it."