His Healing, Her Vengeful Lie

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The numb cold started in my fingertips, creeping inward. I watched Chloe, my wife, her face a mask of impatient fury in the dim tent light. Outside, a blizzard howled, the soundtrack to my dying. My miraculous blood, the blood that could heal, drained from my arm, a crimson offering for a dead man. "More," Chloe demanded, her voice sharp. "It' s not enough. You have to bring him back." Her childhood sweetheart, Jake Miller, lay frozen nearby, a corpse. "Chloe, it doesn' t work like this," I rasped, my vision blurring. "I can heal injuries. I can' t raise the dead." "Liar!" she shrieked, her grief a twisted venom. "You can heal anything! You won' t save him because you' re jealous! It' s your fault he went up that mountain! If you hadn' t forced me to marry you, he' d still be alive!" The accusation was a sick joke. I had healed her to repay a debt, a lie used to trap me. I wasn' t a god, just a medical prodigy. As my lifeblood pooled, the world faded to black, her hateful face my last sight. Then, bright, sterile light. I gasped, eyes flying open in a pristine hospital room. My hands were whole, warm. Mrs. Davis, Chloe' s mother, stood by the window, worried but hopeful. This was the day it all began, the day they begged me to heal their daughter. I remembered my profound sense of duty, repaying a girl I believed saved me. That single selfless act led to a year of loveless marriage, resentment, and my own murder. "Dr. Hayes," Mrs. Davis said, trembling. "We' ve heard about your... gift. They say you can perform miracles." She stepped forward, hands clasped. "My daughter, Chloe... she' ll never walk again. But we believe... you can save her. Please, we' ll give you anything." But my gaze was cold. I saw the contempt, the venom of my past in her desperate eyes. I had been a fool. A naive, sacrificial lamb. Not again.

Betrayal Revenge Doctor Rebirth/Reborn Second chance

Chapter 10

07-03 15:51

Introduction

The numb cold started in my fingertips, creeping inward.

I watched Chloe, my wife, her face a mask of impatient fury in the dim tent light.

Outside, a blizzard howled, the soundtrack to my dying.

My miraculous blood, the blood that could heal, drained from my arm, a crimson offering for a dead man.

"More," Chloe demanded, her voice sharp. "It' s not enough. You have to bring him back."

Her childhood sweetheart, Jake Miller, lay frozen nearby, a corpse.

"Chloe, it doesn' t work like this," I rasped, my vision blurring. "I can heal injuries. I can' t raise the dead."

"Liar!" she shrieked, her grief a twisted venom. "You can heal anything! You won' t save him because you' re jealous! It' s your fault he went up that mountain! If you hadn' t forced me to marry you, he' d still be alive!"

The accusation was a sick joke.

I had healed her to repay a debt, a lie used to trap me.

I wasn' t a god, just a medical prodigy.

As my lifeblood pooled, the world faded to black, her hateful face my last sight.

Then, bright, sterile light.

I gasped, eyes flying open in a pristine hospital room.

My hands were whole, warm.

Mrs. Davis, Chloe' s mother, stood by the window, worried but hopeful.

This was the day it all began, the day they begged me to heal their daughter.

I remembered my profound sense of duty, repaying a girl I believed saved me.

That single selfless act led to a year of loveless marriage, resentment, and my own murder.

"Dr. Hayes," Mrs. Davis said, trembling. "We' ve heard about your... gift. They say you can perform miracles."