Our Anniversary, His Big Betrayal

"Pregnant patient, corpus luteum rupture, heavy bleeding! We need a consent form signed—now!"

I stood there holding the clipboard, waiting, when a voice I knew way too well cut through the chaos.

"I'm here!"

Jimmy.

My husband. The same guy who vanished on our anniversary—now signing off on emergency surgery for another woman.

He didn't even blink before writing "husband" on the form. Still had our wedding ring on, too.

He didn't recognize me behind the mask. Just grabbed my hand and begged.

"Please save her. It's my fault. She's pregnant. I messed up. I love her. I can't lose her."

His grip tightened. My wedding ring slipped off and hit the floor.

I didn't say a word. Just turned and walked into the OR.

A doctor beside me, totally clueless, beamed and said,

"Dr. Meyer, your test results came back—twins! Your husband's gonna be so happy. Congrats!"

I smiled, barely.

"Schedule the termination after surgery."

Everyone froze.

I realized who was on the operating table—Yuna Cate.

Checked the chart again. Still her.

A cold laugh slipped out.

Jimmy Ley, my husband—MIA on our anniversary—hadn't just disappeared. He'd been busy shacking up with his buddy's fiancée. And now she was in my OR because they hooked up while she was pregnant and triggered a full-blown medical emergency.

Straight-up tabloid trash. Only this time, it was real—and it was mine.

Five years married, and this was where we landed.

Yuna looked like she wanted to vanish, but still wailed, "Jimmy! I want Jimmy! Please, let my husband stay—I'm scared!"

I shoved her hand away. "That's against protocol."

She snapped, shoved the anesthesiologist. "Then I'm not doing it! I'll die right here! Let's see who freaks out first."

Everyone went stiff. No one moved.

Eventually, the department head gave in. Jimmy was allowed in—after he scrubbed up.

He rushed in, didn't even blink, just grabbed her hand like they were some tragic love story. "This is my fault. I shouldn't've been so rough. I forgot you're pregnant."

Yuna, all teary, shook her head. "I wanted to. It's not your fault."

Jimmy smirked. "Nah—it's your fault. You're just too irresistible."

My grip on the scalpel faltered. Just a little.

Jimmy pounced. "What kind of surgeon lets her hands shake like that? Who even approved this?"

I looked up.

Our eyes locked—and for a second, the whole room felt like it flatlined.

He didn't recognize me.

Didn't blink when he jabbed a finger at me. "If anything happens to my wife, I'll sue you into the ground."

Your wife?

You picked this hospital miles away from home just to dodge me. Joke's on you—I was here for one day. Just one exchange rotation. And bam—walked right into your little soap opera.

No one here knew he was mine. So he put on the devoted-husband act—for someone else—like it was nothing.

I laughed. Real quiet, real cold. Jimmy caught it. Hated it. But with all eyes on him, he swallowed whatever tantrum he was brewing