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

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!”