Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

At the hospital, the doctor did not even have time to scold Nick before preparing to give me an injection to prevent miscarriage. I stopped the doctor and stared at Nick to show him my resolve. "What are you waiting for? I told you not to get too emotional! Do you not want the baby anymore? If you didn't want it, why did you get all those shots before?

"Are you the father? Your wife's health is so poor, yet you let her get pregnant and then neglect her. She always comes alone, quietly gets her shots, and leaves.

"Even I, a doctor who's seen it all, find it heartbreaking. You never show up, but she takes good care of the baby. Now you come, and you've upset her to the point of threatened miscarriage!

"Ugh, you're infuriating!" The doctor shook his head. "I'll give you five minutes to talk, then I must come back to administer the injection!"

Nick flipped through my medical records, his face terrifyingly grim. From the moment I knew I was pregnant, I chose the path of pregnancy preservation to avoid another tragedy.

Albumin, protein, HCG, progesterone, enoxaparin, fat supplement, cyclosporine, aspirin, hormone supplement-I took everything offered to keep the pregnancy. From one shot a day to three shots every two days, to two shots a day, I was constantly on edge. Afraid of another tragedy, yet excited for the baby's arrival, my heart was in turmoil.

Nick remained silent, the small room filled only with the sound of turning pages. "Why... why is it like this?

"It's not necessarily your body. It must be this hospital! I'll call Mr. Gardner right away to find specialists for a consultation. How could our child cause us so much worry?"

Nick paced anxiously. "Who's been taking care of you? Did Wendy feed you something bad? How is your body not absorbing any nutrients?"

the cook, never once doubting his

"Nick..."

lifted the blanket and called him.

uncomfortable? I'll remove it. Don't move yourself. The conditions here aren't good. I don't trust this hospital. Once you feel a bit

him, shaking my head. "It's too

too late?" Nick's face

"I'm bleeding..."

the blanket, revealing the white sheets that

shouted for the doctor, but it was useless. I would not accept treatment unless

your own health and our

The choice

lips curved in a bitter smile. His face instantly turned pale and his dark eyes were suddenly clouded. The bleeding increased, and my body grew

did not have to be delayed until morning. The bureau chief

other end went silent. About five minutes later, they spoke

by my bed, slowly closing his eyes. "You heard them.