“Everyone has been notified! You said you didn’t want to get married. Where do you expect me to save face now?”
“Can’t you be more filial? You were the one who wanted to be with him! I supported your decision! So why are you acting like this? We can’t let something like this happen during an operation!”
Listening to my mother’s words, I felt a chill run down my spine. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Mom, do you have any idea that I nearly died on that operating table? And you want me to just move on and live happily with Finley? Have you even considered my feelings?”
Her expression shifted to my words, and she resorted to her usual tactic of using guilt to manipulate me. “How can you say that? Are you just mad at me? Finley is now the department director! Just get married and enjoy life with him! Stop being so picky! Who else would want you if not him? You need to reflect on your behavior!”
With that, she turned and left the room, leaving me to stare at her retreating figure, bitterness welling up inside me.
I picked up my phone and began typing out my experience online. The title read: My Fiancé’s Indulgence in His Intern Caused a Medical Accident That Left Me Infertile.
When I logged into social media again, I was taken aback by the flood of tens of thousands of likes and countless private messages. My post had gone viral, landing on the trending topics and drawing intense criticism from netizens. Some had even traced my IP address to discover the hospital where Finley worked, and they identified the surgical team involved on the day of my operation.
As a result, Finley and Ashley quickly became targets of online outrage, and the hospital itself faced scrutiny.
Meanwhile, I lay in my hospital bed, still recovering, when Finley, my mother, and Ashley entered the room together. They formed a tight circle around me, their expressions a mix of concern and something else—defensiveness?
As I processed the situation, I anticipated what was coming. I braced myself for the confrontation that was about to unfold.