I, who was 30 years old and pregnant with twins, was a high-risk pregnant woman. One day, my water broke, and I needed to deliver the baby prematurely.

But my husband, Orville Ryder, who was an experienced gynecologist, was helping his intern's cat give birth at that time.

Orville even scolded me for being jealous.

"Do you really have to compare yourself and your baby with a cat?"

Later, I and our babies died on the operating table in front of Orville's eyes.

Orville held my cold body, feeling desperate and heartbroken.

"This is not true. You're lying to me, right?"

It was raining heavily outside. Suddenly, I heard a crash of thunder, which sounded so close to me.

While I was startled, I felt a warm flow on my thigh.

My belly also started to harden. I panicked and immediately dialed Orville's number.

When I thought that my third try was about to fail, Orville finally picked up the phone, and his voice sounded.

"Shirley Glenn, are you done? I told you that if you don't answer your call, then I must be busy dealing with my patients."

I directly ignored his impatient tone and spoke to him anxiously.

"Orville, it seems like I'm about to give birth. Can you come back and take me to the hospital?"

After hearing my words, Orville asked about my symptoms. He was not as worried as I had thought. Instead, he became even more impatient.

"You are only seven months pregnant. How could you give birth now? Increased vaginal discharge in the late stage of pregnancy is normal. Just lie down and rest."

I started to have uterine contractions and felt hurt in my belly. At this time, I heard Teresa Barth's anxious voice on the phone.

"Dr. Ryder, Snow seems to be in a lot of discomfort. What should we do?"

I didn't have the mood to question Orville because I found that a puddle of water had already gathered on the floor.

I asked impatiently, "What are you doing? Can you come back now?"

Orville hesitated for a moment. Unexpectedly, Teresa spoke up first.

"Shirley, stop joking around. You had a prenatal examination, and the report shows that everything is normal, isn't it? But Snow is in a really urgent situation now. That's why I asked Dr. Ryder for help. Please don't misunderstand. After this is over, I will treat you and Dr. Ryder to a meal, okay?"

Teresa's words made Orville directly conclude that I was being unreasonable, and he yelled at me.

"Shirley, you just want to find ways to make me go back. If you really need to give birth now, you can call 911, and the ambulance will take you to the hospital. I am in a critical situation here and don't have time to play along with you."

I said, "I called 911, but the command center said the weather was bad. Most of the ambulances were sent out for a major car accident at a highway intersection. Now, there is only one ambulance waiting in line. Orville, I'm not lying."

Orville remained silent for a while before reluctantly agreeing to come back and send me to the hospital.

Before hanging up, he said to me, "You better be telling the truth. I don't want to spend my whole life with someone who loves to lie and be jealous."

The phone was hung up, and my heart sank.

It turned out that this was how Orville thought about me in his heart.

Snow was Teresa's pet cat. I had seen that cat before on Teresa's Instagram.

I didn't expect that my babies and I were not as important as a cat in Orville's heart.

Orville was an experienced gynecologist. But now, all he worried about was Teresa's cat or Teresa.

He forgot that his 30-year-old wife was already a high-risk pregnant woman with twins, and premature birth in the seventh month was very possible.

An hour had passed, and there were already signs of bleeding. However, my husband, Orville, had still not come back.

I called Orville again, but it was Teresa who answered.

I directly asked, "Where is Orville? Has he come back?"

Teresa replied, "Shirley, Dr. Ryder is in surgery and can't answer the phone. If you have something, just tell me."

"Really? Is he a veterinarian? His own children are about to be born, yet he is performing surgery on a cat."

But Teresa actually started crying on the phone.

"How can you say that? The life of a cat is also a life. Shirley, you can't be so cruel. Snow is as important to me as my child in my heart. You can't be jealous of a cat, okay? Besides, you don't sound like you're about to give birth now."

When I heard Teresa instigating discord, I couldn't help but shout at the phone.

"Shut up! Let Orville talk to me..."

But my statement seemed to further confirm Teresa's words. Orville actually snorted and even had a tone of disgust.

"Just leave her alone. She's just putting on a big show, blaming me for not going with her to watch a movie today. I can't believe it. She's about to be a mother, yet she's using her children as a threat. Teresa, come and pass me the gauze."

The phone was hung up again. At the same time, I saw that Teresa had just updated a new post on her Instagram. The photo showed Orville delivering a cat with rubber gloves. Teresa showed a fair arm, and she was wiping her sweat.

The words attached said, "Being able to have a top gynecologist to help deliver the baby, Snow is really lucky."

Seeing this, I knew Orville wouldn't come. When I opened the ride-hailing app, it showed that there were still 72 people in line.

It was just a ten-minute journey for me. Finally, when I increased the fare to 300 dollars, the app showed that there was a car available.

On the way to the hospital, I kept praying that my babies would be fine.

Suddenly, a harsh braking sound rang out, followed by a violent impact.

I instinctively protected my belly with my hands. The next second, the intense pain made me faint.

When I regained consciousness again, I found that I couldn't open my eyes. I could only faintly hear the noisy footsteps and urgent calls around me.

"Call Dr. Ryder! The victim is a pregnant woman," a doctor said hurriedly.

"Dr. Ryder didn't answer," someone replied.

"Call him again. The other on-duty doctors have been transferred to the emergency room. He will answer if you call him with the hospital's emergency number," the doctor said.

I felt dizzy. I wanted to reach out and touch my belly, but I couldn't muster any strength.

Soon, I was sent into the rescue room. Even with my eyes closed, I could still feel the astral lamp shining on me.

The nurse kept wiping something on my face, which stung a little, and I also felt a little itchy.

"Dr. Moore, please come and suture the wound on her face first, and then bandage it," the nurse suddenly said.

I was stunned and thought, Is my face disfigured? What about the babies? Are my babies okay?

Suddenly, there was a burst of machine noise, followed by chaos and panic.

"Oh no, her heart and breathing have suddenly stopped. Give continuous chest compression and intravenous injection of adrenaline. Call Dr. Ryder and ask where he is."

"She is bleeding massively. We need to perform surgery immediately. Otherwise, the babies..."

"Dr. Ryder! Dr. Ryder, the patient had a sudden cardiac arrest before the surgery..."

I didn't know how long it had passed, but I felt my body was getting lighter as if I was about to fly.

I stood there in confusion, watching myself lying on the operating table, surrounded by busy medical staff.

Suddenly, I saw that Orville hurriedly arrived, but he was still calm and composed. I quickly approached and tried to grab his arm.

I begged Orville, "Save our babies. You must save our babies..."

But Orville passed through me and calmly asked the medical staff.

"What's the situation now?"

A doctor answered, "Patient, female, 30 years old, with multiple injuries from a car accident, arrived with natural membrane rupture, amniotic fluid contaminated to the third level. Before anesthesia, she had a sudden loss of consciousness, and a rapid decrease in heart rate, blood oxygen saturation, and blood pressure. Emergency rescue has been initiated, but..."

Orville said, "Preparing for surgery. There is still hope for the babies to be saved."

Hearing this, I nodded tearfully in agreement.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. The babies can still be saved."

My body was covered with sterile cloth, only revealing my round belly.

But Orville's hand holding the surgical knife clearly paused, and I anxiously followed his gaze and looked down.

I noticed Orville staring blankly at the butterfly-shaped stretch marks on my belly.

When the stretch marks first appeared, I didn't feel them ugly, unlike the other mothers-to-be.

I even showed off the butterfly-like marks to Orville, saying they were the babies' marks.

But at that time, Orville took a glance and then showed disgust.

Looking at Orville, I wondered, Does he recognize me now and no longer intend to save the babies?

A doctor asked, "Dr. Ryder, any problems?"

Orville seemed to want to confirm something. He walked to the position above my head and reached out to lift the sterile cloth.

Then, he saw a face with swollen eyes and three deep and wide cuts on my cheeks. The skin of my face around those wounds had everted and had not been stitched up yet.

Orville's wrinkled brow relaxed. As if he felt that he was overthinking, he shook his head slightly.

Then, he replied, "Nothing. Continue."

Seeing this, I laughed at myself. Looking at the wounds on my face, I suddenly felt like those were the marks of me loving the wrong man.

Orville skillfully performed the surgery. The two babies were taken out one after another, but they were all purple and had no breath.

Orville said, "The fetuses should have suffocated long ago, and the car accident caused external injuries to them. Declare their death."

I shook my head in disbelief, and a heart-wrenching pain came from inside my chest. I shouted at Orville.

"No! They are your babies. Save them! Why give up?

"It's all your fault. Why didn't you believe me? Why did you go to help her cat deliver? Why didn't you take care of your wife and babies?"

But no matter how I tried to stop them and shout, no one responded to me.

I stared at Orville with bloodshot eyes, which were full of hatred.

Orville had already taken off his rubber gloves and was walking out.

While walking, he asked as usual, "What's the patient's name?"

"Juliana Glenn."

When Orville heard this name, his breath suddenly stopped, and he somehow felt suffocated. Then, he asked again to confirm something.

"What's the patient's name again?"