Time's Twist: A Love Turned Deadly

I have a case of acute pancreatitis. I head to the hospital, but the doctors there refuse to treat me. Why? Because my husband is a doctor in the emergency room, and he's instructed everyone not to treat me.

In my past life, he would show up with a single phone call. But, after his true love dies in an accident, he pushes the blame on me.

On my mother's birthday, he poisons my whole family and repeatedly stabs me with a scalpel. "Does it hurt? Jackie was in much more pain before her death. If not for you, she wouldn't have gone out in my place. You killed her, so I'm making you and your family die for her!"

When I open my eyes, I'm back to the day when I get acute pancreatitis after drinking the bar dry for his sake. This time, he runs to Jackie Morse without hesitation. He thinks he's made the right choice, but he later comes to me and grovels at my feet, begging me to take him back.

My eyes fluttered open when I felt an excruciating pain in the stomach. It was raining outside.

I checked the time and realized I must have been reborn and transported back to the day when I developed acute pancreatitis after heavy drinking.

Acute pancreatitis, when triggered, was extremely painful and potentially fatal. Recognizing the early symptoms, I drove myself to St. George Hospital nearby. Only the emergency department was open late at night.

The doctor looked up when he read my name. With a frown, he asked, "Harper Gregson?"

The doctor who saw me was none other than Lucas Hall, a college friend and a colleague of my husband Joshua Kane.

I had no time for pleasantries. Pressing a hand on my stomach, I rasped, "Lucas, I had a lot to drink tonight. I probably have pancreatitis. Please get me warded."

In my second time having pancreatitis, the most important thing was to get hospitalized and get an IV infusion. To my surprise, Lucas cast away my ID and said in a hostile manner, "I can't do that."

Baffled, I confronted him, "What does that mean?"

"Stop acting. Joshua told me all about it. You are fine." He didn't even conceal his contempt toward me. "Since you're married to Joshua, you should trust him. It's pointless to play tricks."

He must have misunderstood, so I explained myself, "Lucas, I'm not faking it. I have pancreatitis for real. Just run a check and you'll see."

His frown deepened. "What do you take our hospital as? Our resources are not for you to waste. Please leave right now. Don't hog the line."

While we were speaking, five to six patients had shown up behind me. After hearing Lucas' remark, the patients accused me of wasting their time.

"If you're faking it, don't queue up."

"What's wrong with young people nowadays? Do they have too much money to spend?"

I realized that Lucas did not plan to