I Was Just A Womb To Them, Now They'll Pay - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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When I came to again, the sharp sting of antiseptic hit my nostrils. White hospital walls surrounded me.
"Poor thing," a nurse whispered nearby. "Took over a dozen doctors working ten straight hours to stabilize her."
"How could her own family do this?" another murmured. "Her mother - a surgeon - nearly left forceps inside her during the procedure."
My fingers automatically drifted to my abdomen. Flat. Empty. The nurses noticed my movement and rushed to call the doctor. After a thorough examination, he nodded, satisfied with my progress.
That afternoon, as I tried resting, reporters knocked on my door.
"Ms. Carter," one began, "we understand your parents and husband forcibly took you into surgery at eight months pregnant?" They handed me a tablet showing my story gone viral.
[These parents are monsters! Both doctors, and the husband's a CEO? Disgusting!]
[My cousin works there - said the OR looked like a slaughterhouse. She nearly bled out on the table.]
[They need to rot in prison.]
I returned the tablet blank-faced. "The reports are accurate. As you see, I'm barely alive. But I will see justice served." Without flinching, I lifted my gown, exposing the jagged scar. Gasps filled the room.
"My God," a reporter breathed. "This is barbaric."
My phone rang - Andrew's name flashing. Freshly bailed out, no doubt coming to berate me. I put him on speaker.
"You planted those stories?" he snarled. "Trying to ruin us all? You always were vicious, Miranda."
The room fell silent. Cameras started rolling live.
"Fresh out of emergency surgery," I rasped. "When would I post anything?"
Andrew scoffed. "We just used cord blood to save Marianne. Must you be so dramatic? She's your sister!"
"And the baby was your son," I countered.
"Exactly why he should save her!" Andrew snapped. "Marianne's my entire world. A spiteful bitch like you didn't deserve to carry my child."
The room erupted. Online viewers went nuclear:
[So the CEO married her just to breed a donor baby for his mistress? And the sister's in on it? I might puke.]
[This isn't Grey's Anatomy - it's a goddamn horror movie!]
[That family belongs in jail AND therapy.]
"Poor thing," a nurse whispered nearby. "Took over a dozen doctors working ten straight hours to stabilize her."
"How could her own family do this?" another murmured. "Her mother - a surgeon - nearly left forceps inside her during the procedure."
My fingers automatically drifted to my abdomen. Flat. Empty. The nurses noticed my movement and rushed to call the doctor. After a thorough examination, he nodded, satisfied with my progress.
That afternoon, as I tried resting, reporters knocked on my door.
"Ms. Carter," one began, "we understand your parents and husband forcibly took you into surgery at eight months pregnant?" They handed me a tablet showing my story gone viral.
[These parents are monsters! Both doctors, and the husband's a CEO? Disgusting!]
[My cousin works there - said the OR looked like a slaughterhouse. She nearly bled out on the table.]
[They need to rot in prison.]
I returned the tablet blank-faced. "The reports are accurate. As you see, I'm barely alive. But I will see justice served." Without flinching, I lifted my gown, exposing the jagged scar. Gasps filled the room.
"My God," a reporter breathed. "This is barbaric."
My phone rang - Andrew's name flashing. Freshly bailed out, no doubt coming to berate me. I put him on speaker.
"You planted those stories?" he snarled. "Trying to ruin us all? You always were vicious, Miranda."
The room fell silent. Cameras started rolling live.
"Fresh out of emergency surgery," I rasped. "When would I post anything?"
Andrew scoffed. "We just used cord blood to save Marianne. Must you be so dramatic? She's your sister!"
"And the baby was your son," I countered.
"Exactly why he should save her!" Andrew snapped. "Marianne's my entire world. A spiteful bitch like you didn't deserve to carry my child."
The room erupted. Online viewers went nuclear:
[So the CEO married her just to breed a donor baby for his mistress? And the sister's in on it? I might puke.]
[This isn't Grey's Anatomy - it's a goddamn horror movie!]
[That family belongs in jail AND therapy.]
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