Heartless Only To Those Who Failed Her

"Ma'am, the situation is critical. The child may not make it. You must reach out to the family immediately for their approval."

The hospital lights glared mercilessly overhead as Hannah Ward forced her eyes open. Pain rippled through her body, and a warm trickle ran down her thighs. Upon hearing the nurse's words, she quickly reached for her phone beneath the sterile cloth and unlocked it, revealing a photo of two people.

Her husband, Ethan Gill, was holding another woman in his arms.

The angle blurred her face, yet the rounded swell of her stomach was impossible to miss.

That single photo had consumed Hannah's thoughts, leaving her so unsettled that she hadn't seen the car until it was too late. The accident was the bitter price of her distraction.

Just then, a nurse rushed in, slightly out of breath. "The CEO of the Gill Group, his girlfriend's unborn child is in critical condition. He's requesting an immediate consultation with you."

A dull roar filled Hannah's ears, and a cold weight pressed down on her chest.

A single, dreadful thought clawed at Hannah — was the man the nurse spoke of truly Ethan?

Had he already fathered a child with another woman?

The lead surgeon hesitated, voice tight. "I'm scheduled for surgery… Switching doctors now would be nearly impossible."

The nurse's reply came in a trembling rush. "But Mr. Gill has made it clear — if his girlfriend's baby isn't saved, he'll hold the entire hospital responsible."

Hannah's pupils constricted.

Her chest tightening with every breath. She fought against the surge of disbelief. Surely Ethan couldn't be this cruel, could he?

With trembling fingers, she dialed his number. The line connected after a moment, only for his voice to cut through, distant and cold. "I'm busy. Call later."

Before Hannah could respond, the call was ended abruptly.

She refused to give up and dialed again, but each attempt was met with silence. Ethan never answered.

Biting her lower lip until she tasted blood, she doubled over as a sharp pain tore through her abdomen, stabbing at her like countless needles.

"Ma'am, have you contacted your family?" the nurse pressed anxiously.

Hannah shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks, her vision blurring under the sterile lights.

The nurse, at a loss for words, could only press her to decide without delay.

Hannah drew in a shaky breath, her nails biting deep into her palm, yet numbness dulled the sting.

"The child has no father. I will decide." Her voice quivered as she seized the consent form from the nurse's hand and scrawled her name. "Please… save my baby."

The moment the words left her lips, darkness closed in, and she collapsed into unconsciousness.

…

When Hannah opened her eyes again, the world was awash in blinding white.