As I Was Micarrying, My Husband Ran Off to Save His Childhood Friend

He also turned pale when he saw the bloodied steel pipe sticking out of my body.

“Ella, t-the baby…” Caleb’s voice was trembling.

My lips twitched. Somehow I found the energy to mock him. “Believe it or not, Caleb, our baby is long gone…”

The pipe had gone through my belly. Even if I had not been induced earlier, there was no way the baby could have survived.

I was heartbroken. In order to conceive, I had done so much research that I knew as much theory as a freshly graduated obstetrician. I knew that the chances were high that I would lose my womb.

I would never become a mother again.

Caleb’s gaze was manic. He wanted to pick me up, but he did not dare to touch me when he saw the long steel pipe. His expression was distraught. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll find a way to save you right now!

“I’ll take you to the hospital! You and the baby will be fine, I promise…”

I had not heard him call me “honey” for almost three years. What a blast from the past…

I closed my eyes amidst the irony. Before I lost consciousness, I could hear Caleb’s anguished cries. He seemed to be calling someone while yelling at the driver who rear-ended us.

Whatever. I did not care. I was tired, and I wanted to sleep…

Caleb and I started dating in high school. That year, I was the school idol and the top scorer. He was the welfare case and the perpetual runner-up.

He was handsome and good at his studies. Even though he was poor, plenty of girls confessed to him. However, he wrote me a love song and played it on stage during the year-end party, singing his love for me.

Everyone objected, but I insisted on dating him.

I had fallen in love with him at first sight. His good looks, stubborn temper, and rugged determination won my heart.

After every exam, he would wait in anticipation for his results. Once he got what he expected, he would congratulate me for coming in first.

I liked how sincere and honest he was. I naively believed that he was pure at heart.

We went to the same Ivy League university and chose different majors. Both of us shone in our respective fields.

He rejected everyone else’s advances, buying me gifts and treating me to fancy meals with his scholarship money.

When I graduated, I came to this city and started a company with him using the seed money my parents gave me.

To save money, we did not even have a wedding ceremony. We just registered our marriage, ate a cake we bought at a discount in our tiny apartment, drank two bottles of the cheapest wine, and swore our lives to each other.

We did not dare to have a baby at the time, but I accidentally fell pregnant the next year.

It was only after I miscarried that we went for a test and found out about Caleb’s serious disease.

The doctor had said that even if we did not use protection, it would not be easy for us to conceive. Nevertheless, that baby had beaten the odds and settled in my belly.

Unfortunately, we were both too careless. Neither of us noticed until he left us.

Since then, Caleb started to worry about continuing his family line. He asked me to consider having a baby earlier, while we still could. I felt bad for him, so I agreed.

At the time, his company had just started up. Money was tight, and I could not bear to give him any more pressure, so I lowered my head and asked my parents for money.

I took their scolding on the nose, borrowed fifty thousand dollars, and went to the hospital for IVF treatments.

I spent most of the next four years in hospitals doing checkups and taking care of my body at home, trying to conceive. I moved my career online. Sometimes, I would find time to help Caleb at his company, sharing some of his burden.

With my help, Caleb’s company grew steadily. Three years ago, it finally went public and became a rising star in the local business scene.

That day, Caleb was carted home drunk. As soon as he walked into the door, he hugged me and ranted, “Honey, we finally… don’t have to worry about money anymore… Your husband finally became rich…”

He grabbed a handful of cash and threw it into the air. The notes drifted down onto him, me… and the woman at the door.

“Nice to meet you, Ella. I’m Luna James, Caleb’s childhood friend.”

The one who had brought him home was Luna, his childhood friend who had been missing for years. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I felt a strange sense of hostility.

In the end, I could not even sleep in peace. It was too noisy outside. Caleb seemed to arguing with someone, and it even escalated into a fight.

The steel pipe had me pinned onto the seat. I could not move, so I could only tap the door with my phone, reminding the people outside that there was a patient in here.

“Stop fighting! I see blood over there, someone’s hurt! I’m a doctor, let me through!” A woman’s voice rapidly approached me. “Sir, please calm down and leave the judgment of the case to the cops. Your wife’s life is in danger. We should save her first!”

Caleb had long since lost his mind. He did not dare to yell at the doctor, so he roared at someone else instead.

“What the hell were you doing? If you’re driving such a huge truck with all those steel pipes, you should at least tie them down! My wife and I had been trying for years to get this baby! If anything happens to it, I’ll make you and your entire family pay the price!”

So it was the truck driver who rear-ended me. The pipes were his cargo.

Still, how was this his fault? It was Caleb’s fault for braking so suddenly. Was he trying to blame the other party to run away from his sins?

I scoffed at him inwardly, but I had no energy to speak. The next moment, a woman’s anxious face peered into the car.

“Don’t worry, ma’am, I’m a doctor! Where are you hurt?

“Huh? It’s you?”

I forced my eyes open and looked at her weakly. “It’s you…”

The woman was the doctor who met me at the hospital and performed the emergency induction. I remembered they called her Dr. Shay.

She looked at me and then at Caleb, who was still throwing a tantrum outside. In the end, she could not help but roar, “Enough, stop fighting!

“Hey, bastard. Yes, you. Is this your wife? Are you her next of kin?”

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Caleb nodding in a daze.

Dr. Shay scoffed. “So you were the missing husband! Don’t you know your wife lost her baby a few days ago after blunt-force trauma to her abdomen? She almost bled out, and we had to induce labor!”