The Wrong Woman

Beneath the cloak of night, where stars hid behind a shroud of darkness, everything seemed trapped in a nightmare. The wailing sirens of police cars and ambulances pierced the tranquil silence.

Mila and Phoebe were ushered onto separate ambulances.

Mila's abdomen was seized by relentless waves of agony, pushing her to the edge of despair. Yet, her physical pain paled in comparison to the anguish in her heart, an endless cycle of fear and disappointment.

At this dire moment, with both her and her baby facing the gravest danger, Mila found herself utterly alone. Nathan, whom she depended on and loved deeply, now remained silent, tending to another woman's needs.

It was a painful echo of the past, reminiscent of the time when she and the impostor Sally had fallen into the pool together, and Nathan had chosen to save the other woman. The sting of that betrayal pierced her soul.

As Mila was ushered into the delivery room, she found herself surrounded by urgent conversations between doctors and nurses. Before her eyes was a commotion, and in her ears was a buzzing cacophony.

Tears flowed down her cheeks while blood seeped from her lower abdomen. Her heart endured relentless stabbing pains, each contraction intensifying the agony.

"Where's your husband?"

"Where are your family members?"

"Who will sign the documents?"

"Quick, call your family. Your condition is critical. How many months pregnant are you? Which hospital are you registered with?"

state of disarray. Drenched in sweat, she struggled amidst the uncontrollable

delivery room. Each contraction felt like

that room of pain and uncertainty,

Mila dialed Nathan's number with her last ounce of

for him to answer, yearning for him to come to her

buzzed around, attending to her urgent

they hooked up blood bags. It was then she realized the severity of her condition. She was bleeding excessively, with

family arrived?" The doctor impatiently

way,"

boomed with anger. "You're seven months pregnant, and there's

papers. How can we proceed with surgery? We

urgently, "We can't wait

a dagger to her heart. She felt her

down her cheeks. She had endured so much suffering and

life was intertwined with her unborn child's. She couldn't carry on if her baby didn't make

wanted was to be with her baby

doctors

loss, à nurse