All Chapters of Bleeding Out for My Husband's First Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My husband, Chad Nelson, held my blood-soaked hand and pressed my thumb onto the signature line."The next batch of blood bags will be here soon. Just hold on a little longer."With that, he carried his first love, Lucy Baker, away.The hallway was empty. No one looked back as the baby in my belly kicked violently, over and over again.…"Quick! Establish IVs in both arms, and start pressurized fluids! Rush the blood bank!""Dr. Atkinson, the patient's blood pressure is down to 50! Blood loss is over 2,000cc!""Where are those two bags of packed red blood cells reserved for delivery?"I floated above the operating room, watching the crowd scramble around my body.The scrubs of Jake Atkinson, the director of anesthesiology, were already soaked in my blood.I wanted to touch my stomach, but my hand passed right through the air.The wound Lucy inflicted wasn't just a scratch, despite what Chad believed.She had slipped past the nurses, hiding a paring knife up her sleeve.As

When Chad reached home, the nightlight in the nursery was still on.Its warm glow pooled over the brand-new crib, which was neatly made with the sheets I had washed and dried.My hospital bag sat wide open on the couch, packed with tiny clothes and diapers. On the entryway shoe rack lay my pregnancy journal. And on the dining table was a note with my pre-written postpartum meal plan.Chad changed his shoes and looked around the empty living room. His brows furrowed deeper.He probably expected to find me sitting on the couch waiting for him, demanding to know why he saved Lucy first with red-rimmed eyes.But the house was dead quiet, save for the ticking of the wall clock.He walked over to the table and picked up the note.On the back of it was an emergency contingency plan I had written out for my delivery. "If I hemorrhage, please prioritize the baby. If I don't make it off the operating table, please tell Chad never to let Lucy near our child."Chad let out a cold sneer, cr

Chad's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow. His gold-rimmed glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose.He didn't fly into a rage. Instead, he pushed his glasses back into place and asked flatly, "Professor Richards, as an educator, don't you think getting violent in a patient's room is inappropriate?"He even instinctively shifted his weight, shielding Lucy behind him. "If you came here to stand up for Caitlin, there's really no need to make up such an absurd lie."She only sustained a superficial wound last night. I examined her myself. None of her internal organs were damaged."Eve laughed from sheer outrage. Her tears splashed onto the floor. "A superficial wound? Chad, you're such a monster! When Caitlin was rushed into the operating room, her blood pressure was down to 50! Her abdominal cavity was completely flooded with blood!"It was a placental abruption! The baby was severely deprived of oxygen in the womb, and the fetal monitor was going off the entire

It was a death certificate.In the space for the deceased's name, my name was written.The cause of death was hemorrhagic shock, placental abruption, and multi-organ failure.As Chad stared at the paper, his Adam's apple bobbed violently, but he couldn't force out a single syllable.He tried to muster a disbelief-filled smile, but his fingers flinched back the moment they brushed the edge of the paper."Jake, don't play these kinds of jokes," he said, his voice completely parched."She barely even catches a cold. How could… It was just a cut. I examined her wound myself. It really didn't touch her organs."Jake snapped the unlit cigarette in half and tossed it into the trash. "Yeah, it didn't touch her organs. But that blade severed a branch of the uterine artery."Jake stood up, yanked the row of EKG strips over, and slammed them down hard in front of Chad."Look at them! By the time Caitlin was brought into the OR, the internal bleeding in her abdominal cavity had already ex

Lucy was sentenced to life in prison.She attempted to use a psychiatric evaluation to escape legal accountability, but Chad submitted the evidence of her discontinued medication and normal blood clotting.I heard that on the day of the trial, Chad sat in the very last row of the gallery.Even as Lucy broke down screaming in the dock, he remained fixed in his seat, completely expressionless.He resigned from his position as the director of obstetrics and had my name restored to the hospital's wall of honor.Using every connection at his disposal, he had the diagnosis of prenatal paranoia removed from my records and publicly admitted to his grave error in judgment and gross negligence.The medical administration team thought he had lost his mind when he handed in his self-disciplinary report.But none of that could be considered a real punishment.The real punishment happened in the dead of every sober night.Chad redecorated the nursery. Every single night, he would sit beside