Seven Years of Marriage with Jake

Chapter4

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed.

The nurse regretfully informed me that the baby didn't survive.

My hands rested on my belly, and now only the loose skin remained as proof that the child had ever existed.

Lost in thought, I looked at the ceiling, reached for my phone from the pillow.

Just as I was about to send Jake a divorce message, his call came in first.

I pressed the answer button, and before I could speak, he started yelling:

"What's going on with the rumors online? Did you spread them?

Are you crazy? Do you know how much this affects the hospital?

Delete them immediately! I can't stand you for a single day, don't you know it's illegal to spread rumors? Can you act like a normal person!"

"Delete them! Otherwise, I'll divorce you immediately!"

Before I could understand, he hung up the phone.

Hatred overwhelmed my reason.

My nails dug deep into my palms, my knuckles white with force.

But this time, Emily was live and fine, and he hadn't done anything excessive. I had no reason to call the police and arrest him.

Remembering what he just said, I opened my phone and took a look.

Only then did I realize that a passerby had filmed the car accident that day and posted it online.

Netizens noticed the key point that no one responded to the 911 call.

The hospital's emergency room was instantly slammed online and became a trending topic.

If it hadn't been for Mr. Larson's appearance to calm things down, the hospital might have been forced to shut down.

I searched for the hospital's official account on the app, but it had been deactivated due to the backlash from netizens.

There was indeed a fatal flaw in the emergency room's work.

I had no reason to take down the video or clarify the situation.

On the contrary, I was happy to see it happen.

I clicked on Emily's social media, but it was the complete opposite of the chaos at the hospital.

It was a picture of peace and quiet.

There was no sign of any suicidal tendencies.

While I was in surgery, she even updated a post.

(A perfect lover is the cure for all psychological illnesses.)

Seeing this sentence, I laughed sarcastically.

I silently gave her acting skills a thumbs-up.

Such a "good" perfect lover, just keep him to yourself!

A minute after I liked her post, Jake called again.

This time, I didn't answer. I hung up directly and blocked his number.

But then a message from him popped up on the screen.

[Why are you cursing at Emily? If you have a psychosis, come at me, don't go crazy in front of her!)

I quickly sent him one word: DIVORCE.

Then I blocked his contact on this app as well.

But at this moment, the corridor outside became noisy.

Reporters poured into the hospital lobby, demanding to interview the head of the emergency room.

Medical staff yelled to stop them from taking pictures.

Mr. Larson also came out of the office to maintain order, saying that he was the person in the video. But it was still to no avail.

The hospital director rushed over after receiving the news, but everyone was still furious.

Under pressure from public opinion, the hospital handed over the female colleague who answered my call for help that day.

She was sobbing, explaining that she was just used by Jake.

The mistake in her work was unintentional.

Then, the director's call came to Jake's phone.

He ordered him to appear within half an hour.

Mr. Larson was afraid that I would be affected by the reporters, so he came in and reminded me not to walk around, saying that they would handle it and that it was their fault.

I just nodded when Jake kicked open the ward door from outside.

He walked straight past Mr. Larson and rushed in, yelling at me angrily:

"Did you not understand what I said when I asked you to explain? You know what happened that day! Don't blame me for suing you if you keep spreading rumors! You're making such a big fuss, are you trying to force me to divorce you?" "Then let's get a divorce."

He didn't notice what I said, his eyes fell on my flat stomach.

His eyes were full of astonishment.

After a two-second daze, he glanced around the empty ward and slowly said:

"Where's the baby?"