He Saved Her in the Crash, Regretting It After I Died

After the car accident, my best friend, Isla Mercer, and I were both rushed to the hospital. My husband, Adrian Cole, an ER physician, arrived in a hurry, but instead of coming to me, he went straight to Isla. My leg had gone numb after being crushed beneath the mangled car door when I tried to save Isla. Isla only had a cut on her arm, yet my husband didn’t even look back as he chose her. I endured the pain and begged him to treat me first. But my brother, Caleb Whitaker, arrived late and immediately refused. “Adrian is the only attending physician available right now. You’re his wife. If he treats you first, what will people think of him? “Stop being so selfish. Just endure it. It’ll pass.” When I woke up again, excruciating pain shot through my empty right leg. Tears streaming down my face, I demanded an explanation. “I was clearly more seriously injured. Why didn’t you save me first?” Caleb’s eyes were filled with nothing but blame. “Natalie, there’s a limit to how selfish you can be! “Isla was already in the terminal stage of cancer before she was brought here. How could you even try to take away the last bit of peace she has? Don’t you have any conscience?” Beside him, Adrian didn’t defend me. He simply lowered his head and silently accepted everything Caleb said. I lay on the hospital gurney, staring at the ceiling, and suddenly felt like laughing. So it wasn’t that they couldn’t save me. They simply didn’t want to. Fine. They had no idea that the cancer diagnosis belonged to me. And I didn’t need any of them anymore.