05
ཡ།.
I think I died.
The moment I closed my eyes, all the pain in my body disappeared.
I floated hazily, thinking I could finally get a good rest, but my body involuntarily drifted upwards.
It wasn’t until I found myself mixed among the red–eyed doctors, looking down at my blood–covered body on the operating table, that I realized I must have died.
If the young nurse hadn’t been tightly clutching the hand of the person on the table, I almost wouldn’t have believed that
was me.
In less than a day, I had gone from being meticulously clean to looking like I’d been dug out of a garbage heap.
Covered in blood and mud, giving off a sour smell of sweat.
My belly, covered in purple marks, was like a deflated balloon. The mottled wounds had an unnaturally pale tinge.
My mouth was full of cotton fluff. The young nurse was crying as she tried to pull it out.
The head nurse kicked her. “Time to go. Remember to notify the family.”
Suddenly, the operating room door was flung open.
The person who entered was Dominic again.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stormed in aggressively.
“You said Aria is in this operating room? Don’t be ridiculous!”
“This abandoned woman betrayed by her husband is so filthy, Aria wouldn’t even look at her!”
Dominic stood right next to me, his tone contemptuous.
“That’s right! Aria has always been so clean, this can’t be her!” Vivian chimed in belatedly. Her words agreed, but her eyes were fixed on me on the operating table, full of triumph.
She had reason to be smug.
Because of her, Dominic had essentially killed me and our child with his own hands.
And that child he had longed for eight years had its life snuffed out under his command.
If souls could cry, I would probably be in tears by now.
But I couldn’t.
I wanted to know what expression Dominic would have if he knew he had killed us both, mother and child.
Could he still maintain this lofty attitude?
Just imagining that scene, I almost couldn’t hold back a sound.
The questioned assistant was so frightened he hunched over, his whole voice trembling.
“But sir, we’ve confirmed the DNA. It really is… it really is your wife!”
The assistant crawled over to the operating table and gently brushed my sweat–damp hair behind my ear.
He carefully wiped the grime from my face with his sleeve, revealing my originally fair complexion.
“If you can’t even verify this properly, you might as well quit…”
As he turned his head, he came face to face with my bloodless face.
In an instant, Dominic looked like he’d been choked, unable to utter another scathing word.
His legs gave out and he fell to his knees, the color draining from his face.
“This woman pretended to be Aria before, mimicking her voice. This face must be fake too!”
He frantically searched my body for evidence of an imposter, refusing to believe this was really me.
“Why can’t I find anything! It’s impossible! There must be something!”
His grip was so tight that red marks appeared on my face.
The young nurse couldn’t bear to watch. She slapped his hand away:
“She’s in this state and you’re still insulting her? Are you even human?”
Dominic’s eyes were bloodshot as he was about to grab the nurse’s throat when suddenly something fell to the ground.
With a clear “ding“.
Dominic glanced over, and that one look shattered his world.
