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The Secret I Heard in the Operating Room Changed Everything

The Secret I Heard in the Operating Room Changed Everything

 Modern
5.0
I'd had a hopeless crush on Rhett Beaumont since I was practically a kid. He was my dad's business partner – older, suave, the kind of Southern gentleman who could charm anyone. For years, I'd built up these elaborate daydreams about him. Then, at the annual Historical Society Gala, he finally seemed to see me. His smile, just for me, made my heart do that stupid little flip. He leaned in, promising a private chat later, and my head was spinning. This was it. But "it" turned into a horrifying trap. A week later, after a staged mugging where he played the hero, we ended up in a passionate encounter. That single night led to his childhood sweetheart, Caroline, crashing her car. Then came our cold, guilt-driven marriage, years of painful, invasive IVF treatments, and him controlling every aspect of my life. The final blow? Hearing him coldly tell the doctors, "Just let her go if it comes to that," as I bled out on an operating table. He never loved me. Not for a second. I was just a pawn, a convenient distraction in his twisted games. He blamed me for Caroline's accident, resented my very existence. My body became a failed experiment, my spirit crushed under his icy indifference. All those years of adoration, wasted on a man who saw me as less than nothing. The injustice of it all was a physical ache. How could I have been so stupidly blind to his manipulation? He'd used my innocent crush to utterly destroy me. The man I'd put on a pedestal despised me enough to watch me die. Then, blackness. My last thought: what a complete fool I'd been. But in the next instant, I gasped, my eyes snapping open. The scent of lilies and champagne filled the air. I was standing by that same floral arrangement at the Gala, the night it all began. Rhett Beaumont was walking towards me, that familiar, predatory smile on his face. I was dead. I knew I was. Yet, here I was. A second chance? This time, things would be different.