My Lover's Intern Made Me InfertileChapter 1
During my uterine tumor surgery, just as things seemed to be progressing smoothly, Dr. Finley Peterson suddenly set down his scalpel and paused. He turned to the intern, Dr. Ashley Moore, who had been observing, with a soft, encouraging look in his eyes.
"Ashley, I trust you. Just follow the steps we've practiced—there’s no rush," he said. "You've been nearly flawless in training. You’re ready for this. Believe in yourself."
But something went wrong. An accident occurred, and because of it, I lost the ability to have children. The scar left behind, a glaring reminder, stretched across my abdomen.
When I demanded answers, Finley snapped, not at me, but at Ashley. "Enough! Every surgery carries risks! You were just unlucky to be part of the rare, worst-case scenario. Why can’t you let it go?"
"Besides," Finley added sharply, "you never even wanted kids in the first place. Ashley just made your dream come true!"
Looking at him, my heart sank, and exhaustion washed over me. "Fine then," I said coldly. "Why don’t you marry her instead?"
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"Natalia!" Finley snapped, frustration flickering in his eyes. "How long are you going to keep this up? This is ridiculous! We’re getting married soon. What's the point of calling it off now?"
He couldn’t believe what I was saying. The wedding was planned down to the last detail—the dress, the makeup artist, the diamond ring, even the hotel were all set. Everything was ready, just waiting for me to recover from surgery.
But as he looked at me, expecting me to back down, I met his gaze without wavering. Slowly, I opened my surgical gown, revealing the jagged, ugly scar that stretched across my lower abdomen.
"Does this look like the dream I wanted?" I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of betrayal.
The stitches were still raw and unremoved, making the scar look even more grotesque. I pulled the gown open wider, my voice sharp with hurt and anger. "So what? Are you just going to ignore this, Finley?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly losing patience. "I’ve already told you," he sighed, frustration seeping into his voice. "In all my years in this field, I’ve seen cases like this. It was a freak medical accident. You just happened to be the outlier with the lowest probability."