Shocking Lie for His Sweetheart

My mom ended up in a vegetable state because my husband's childhood sweetheart hit her while drunk driving.

When the police asked her to take a breathalyzer, Sarah swore she hadn't drunk anything and dared them to draw her blood for a test.

At the hospital, James faked the test results.

He staked his career on it, producing a clean report that cleared her of driving under the influence.

The day she walked free, he went to pick her up.

I screamed at him, "Don't you know she hit my mom?"

He shrugged. "Margaret is not dead. She'll wake up, okay? Why are you freaking out, trying to ruin Sarah's life? Will that make you happy?"

On my way home, I got a call from the police.

They said my mom had been in an accident and was in the ER fighting for her life.

I whipped the car around and sped to the hospital. As I walked in, I saw a bunch of police officers surrounding a woman.

At a glance, I recognized her as Sarah Miller. She was my husband's childhood friend.

"As I said, I wasn't drunk driving. That was just an accident. Why are you hauling me in like this?" Sarah snapped. "That old lady popped out of nowhere and smashed into my car. I'm kind enough not to demand compensation for the damage."

She paused and rambled on, "I understand you're doing your job, but you're wasting my time. Who is gonna make that up to me?"

Her frustration was obvious, but anyone with eyes could tell something was off.

From the bits I caught, Sarah had hit my mom and ran.

The street cameras only showed her car, and there was blood smeared on the hood.

Rage boiled up inside me. I itched to storm over and slap her silly. As I got closer, the stench of booze hit me hard.

She was lying through her teeth.

Before I could confront her, a nurse burst out of the ER.

"Who is Margaret Johnson's family?" she said urgently. "She's in bad shape. We need a signature right now. The surgery is risky, and she might not make it. We'll do everything we can."

It was like a bomb went off in my head. I couldn't hold it together.

My hands shook as I signed the form. Then I broke down sobbing. "Please, you've got to save her."

The doctor promised they'd try their best, but my mind went blank. My chest tightened like it was caving in.

Sarah's voice cut through. "Can you shut up already? It's annoying. She's not even dead. What's there to cry about?"

She locked eyes with me, clearly knowing who I was. She snorted, "I can't stand people like you, making a big deal out of nothing."

I froze, stunned by her righteous tone after she ran over my mom.

"That's my mom in there, fighting to live," I shot back. "How can you talk like that?"

"Not my mom."