Too Late For Regret: My Genius Wife

Severe pain.

Kelly felt a serrated knife stirring inside her lower abdomen, scraping against the walls of her uterus.

Carie staggered through the automatic door of the emergency room in Lenox Hill, her hands clutching her stomach and her knuckles turning white.

A blurry sterile white light flashed in her eyes, and the pungent smell of disinfectant water burned her nasal passages, making her head start to hurt.

"Ma'am?" The nurse's voice was sharp: "Are you okay, ma'am! ”

"Help," Kelly whispered, but the voice was engulfed by a loud roar in her ears. She felt a warm, sticky liquid gushing from between her legs, soaking her jeans and running down her thighs.

It's all blood.

The nurse arrived immediately, her hand grabbing Carie's arm and helping her into the wheelchair. The vinyl seat was cold against her hot skin.

A few minutes later, a doctor leaned over her. His face was gloomy, a mask of professional detachment, which frightened Carie more than pain.

"Mrs. Flynn, you're bleeding profusely." He said, his voice short. "The fetus cannot be saved. We need immediate curettage (D&C) to stop the bleeding. I need your signature. ”

He pushed a folder in front of her. The paper was new, and the black ink of the consent form was blurred under the harsh fluorescent light.

Medical referral.

She needs Erik.

Her trembling fingers fumbled with her phone in her coat pocket. The screen lights up and dazzles brightly. She called his private number.

A bell rang. Two bells rang.

Click.

"You've connected to Erik Flynn's voicemail. Please ......"

She hung up the phone and sobbed like a jagged stone.

She dialed Julian, Erik's administrative assistant. He answered the phone when it rang.

"Mrs. Flynn?" Julian's voice was tight and anxious.

"Julian, let Eric answer the phone. Now. I'm in the hospital. I'm losing ......" Carie couldn't finish the words. A sharp pain hit her, and she curled up in her chair.

"I...... I can't, ma'am," Julian stammered. "Mr. Flynn is upstairs. He issued a strict order not to disturb him. This is an agreement with Ms. Christian. ”

Upstairs.

He was in this building.

Another bout of pain hit, this time more intense, leaving her breathless. She clenched her lip until she tasted blood.

She let go of her phone. The phone fell on the linoleum floor with a clicking sound.

She snatched the pen from the nurse's hand. Her signature is scribbled and twisted, a testament to her trembling hands and broken heart.

"Do it," she gasped.

The nurse looked at Carie with pity. She hated that kind of look. That's worse than pain.

They pushed her into the operating room. The lights above my head are dazzling, like looking directly at the sun.

"Countdown from ten," says the anesthesiologist.

She puts her hand on her flat stomach. It feels empty. Icy cold.

"I'm sorry," she thought, a tear sliding down her hairline. "I'm really sorry."

Darkness consumes her.

She woke up to the