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Only my husband, Xavier Grey, could perform the surgery on his mother, Christine Grey.

Her condition was too rare, and the sudden relapse put her life in immediate danger. Time was running out.

I stood outside the emergency room, frantically calling Xavier. However, he did not answer the first call or the second. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt as if invisible hands were tightening around my throat, making it hard to breathe.

By the third call, Xavier finally picked up.

“You’re such a bother! Do you know what today is? It’s been a week since Eve’s death! I have to be with her! Don’t you understand that the dead deserve respect? Are you going to compete with a dead person for my attention?”

Before he could continue yelling, I cut him off urgently, “Xavier, your mother’s condition has worsened. You need to come to the hospital now. You’re the only one who can save her. The doctors say it’s critical.”

I trusted that Xavier, being a doctor, understood how serious her condition was. But instead, his voice was calm.

“Send me a picture of my mom in critical condition, and maybe then I’ll believe you.”

She was already in the emergency room. I had no choice but to switch to video and show him the doors of the operating theatre. For a moment, there was silence on the other end, and I thought he believed me.

I quickly spoke again, desperate, “She’s really in there. I swear, I’m not lying!”

“Fine, I’ll come right away.”

Relief started to wash over me until I heard his mocking laugh.

“That was what you wanted to hear, wasn’t it? How long are you going to play this game? Do you think I’m an idiot, that I’d fall for your lies again and again?”

Then, he hung up, and when I tried calling back, he had blocked me. I sent him messages, pleading with him to come. My texts filled the screen, but not a single response came.

Meanwhile, Christine’s condition was getting worse by the minute. When the second critical notice came, my legs buckled. I fell to my knees at Xavier’s office door.

I knew his colleagues and friends would see me, but I no longer cared. The moment I knelt, tears poured down like a flood.

“Please, someone call Xavier for me. His adoptive mother is dying, and only he can save her!”

A nurse helped me stand, and one of the doctors from the same department tried calling Xavier too. Unfortunately, no matter how many times they tried, they couldn’t reach him. It was as if he had vanished from the world, ignoring everyone.

I had no idea how long I waited, but eventually, the emergency room doors opened. The doctor’s face was solemn, and the air around him felt heavy. I staggered forward, only to see the body covered by a white sheet.

At that moment, my phone lit up with a message from Xavier.

“You knew today is a week since Eve’s death, and yet you cursed my mother just to get me to come home. Don’t worry, I won’t come home, not in a million years!”

I never imagined Xavier would have such a misunderstanding of me. Even with his mother’s life at stake, he still thought I was lying.