Chapter 1

Tags: Cheating Misunderstanding, Miscarriage Twist, Truth Revealed, Regret & Groveling, Family Drama

My three-month pregnant wife was rushed to the emergency room in the middle of the night by her male coworker.

Vigorous physical activity had caused a ruptured corpus luteum and massive internal bleeding!

In the end, the baby was gone, and my wife slipped into a coma.

I lost my mind, hunting down her coworker like a madman…

Ding!

The elevator doors slid open, and I bolted out into the hallway.

In front of the OR, a man was pacing back and forth like a nervous wreck.

Hearing my footsteps, he spun around to face me.

The moment his face came into view, my stomach dropped, and suspicion instantly flooded my mind.

I had met him a few times before. I recognized him immediately.

It was Mark, my wife's coworker.

What the hell was he doing here in the middle of the night?

I work night shifts at a suburban water monitoring station.

With flood season approaching, someone had to monitor the station overnight, and tonight was my turn.

Just twenty minutes ago, I had received an urgent call from the hospital.

They told me my wife had been brought in with severe hemorrhaging, was already unconscious, and had just been wheeled into the operating room.

The nurse had used my wife’s fingerprint to unlock her phone and called the contact saved as "Husband."

I nearly lost my mind from panic.

After blurting out a quick excuse to my coworker on shift, I sped all the way here.

Yet the last thing I expected was to see Mark standing outside the operating room at past eleven at night…

"Ethan, please, just let me explain—"

Mark seemed to notice the look on my face. He froze, stammering as he tried to speak.

"Why is she bleeding so heavily in the middle of the night?"

I cut him off furiously, stepping right into his space. "She’s pregnant! What did the doctor say?!"

"Uh, well… Ethan, please calm down."

Under my freezing, murderous glare, Mark visibly panicked.

He started stuttering, "Chloe should be fine… The doctor said it was… well, a ruptured corpus luteum!"

A ruptured corpus luteum?

A sharp breath caught in my throat. My eyes went wide, and my brain short-circuited.

I hadn't really known what a corpus luteum was before.

Until I came across a viral video on TikTok a while back. A married woman had snuck around with her side piece, and things got so rough and intense that her corpus luteum ruptured, landing her in the ER.

Ever since then, I knew what it was.

And I knew that it almost never ruptures on its own—not without intense external impact or aggressive physical activity.

In other words…

While I was stuck on the graveyard shift at the station, my wife, Chloe, was engaged in "intense physical activity" in the dead of night?

And standing right in front of me was her male coworker, Mark…

Did I really need to connect the dots any further?

"E-Ethan… please don't get the wrong idea!"

Mark had probably seen that same TikTok.

He clearly knew what a ruptured corpus luteum implied, and why it usually happened.

On top of that, my face was twisted with pure rage.

Anyone with eyes could read the murderous intent pouring off me.

Mark looked terrified now, desperately waving his hands. "It wasn't me! I swear, I have nothing to do with this—"

If it wasn't you, was it me?!

I was the idiot stuck working the night shift out in the suburbs!

"You motherfucker!"

His excuses only poured gasoline on my fury.

With a roar, I threw a punch straight at his jaw.

"Ow!"

Caught completely off guard, Mark took the hit right to the cheek, stumbling back several steps. "Ethan! A-Are you crazy?! Can't we talk like reasonable adults?!"

Reasonable adults?!

You sleep with my pregnant wife in the middle of the night until she bleeds out, and you want to talk like reasonable adults?!

I laughed out of sheer, venomous rage. I didn't waste another breath on him. Clenching my fists, I lunged forward again.

You dare touch my wife?

If I didn't beat the living daylights out of this scumbag tonight, my name wasn't Ethan Miller!