The bitter truth unraveled after the New Year, delivering a pain I could never have imagined. But it wasn’t just me. Ryan, too, was grappling with disbelief, watching Daniel—my husband—casually ignore my life hanging in the balance, instead whispering sweet nothings to her, Sophia. The fury on Ryan’s face was unmistakable as he roared at Daniel, desperate to shake some sense into him.
"Daniel! I’m not lying to you! Your wife is dying! The operating room is five minutes away, and you can’t even spare that for her?" His voice cracked with anger and frustration, but Daniel’s heart had grown too cold to care.
"That’s right! I won’t waste even a second on her lies!" Daniel spat as if my suffering was an inconvenience he couldn't be bothered with.
Ryan stomped his foot, furious, but before he could reply, Sophia seized her chance to fan the flames. She leaned forward, her voice dripping with fake innocence. "Oh my, Dr. Porter, you seem awfully concerned about Amelia. Could it be... you have a special relationship with her?"
Her words were a knife, twisting in the tension, but Daniel's reaction shocked even me. For the first time, he snapped at her.