Semua Bab On My Wedding Day, Husband Called From Three Years in the Future: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I pushed him off, mumbled something about a shower, and locked myself in the bathroom.I turned the water to cold and let it pour over my head. In the mirror, my face was paper-white.The rational part of me knew. Future Ethan wasn't lying. Present Ethan had cheated, and it was real.But eight years. How do you walk away from eight years?I closed my eyes, and every good thing he'd ever done was right there.The day I passed my Attending Physician boards, he'd rented out an entire restaurant and dropped to one knee right there to celebrate me.He'd said, "Jo, your hands belong on a scalpel. I'll take care of the dishes for the rest of our lives."He'd meant it. In eight years, I'd barely seen the inside of a kitchen.A man who'd treated me like I hung the moon, in bed with my best friend? How?That night, lying next to him, listening to him breathe evenly, I picked up my phone.I texted future him.[When was the first time? With her?]His reply came back cold and detached.[Tonight.][

I dried my eyes and started the car.When I got home, I started packing, calmly.That was when the call came from the hospital.I thought it was about the surgical report.But what the voice on the other end said hit me like a defibrillator paddle."Dr. Jo, your annual physical came back. You're six weeks pregnant. Congratulations."My hand drifted down to my flat stomach.Six weeks.While I was in that white dress walking toward him, this baby had already been there.The tears came before I could stop them.Not from joy, but from how grotesque the timing was.At the hospital, I sat on a bench in the hallway for a long time with the ultrasound printout in my lap.Eventually, I picked up the phone.[Did we ever have a child?]The 'typing' indicator stayed up for what felt like forever.Finally: [We did.]Then a second message.[Don't ask, Jo. Please.]An hour of silence passed.Then he sent a voice note. His voice was so hoarse it sounded shredded."Jo, this baby. If you end it now, it'

He went to Vivian with the evidence.She was at home with a sheet mask on, perfectly relaxed. When she saw him, she immediately put on a hurt face."Ethan, I heard about Jo. I'm devastated—""You changed the password." His voice was calm, and he cut her off.Her face froze.He dropped the Chase records on the coffee table.The mask came off, and she started laughing, low and bitter."You think you're clean? You loved her, but you never had the guts to tell me where I stood.""You loved the pull between the three of us. Why am I the only one walking away with nothing?"She breathed in sharp, her eyes hardening."So I changed the password. I wanted her to know. You wouldn't choose, so I chose for you."Ethan was silent for a long time."You're right. I should've shut you down the first time you confessed to me.""I didn't. I liked being loved by two women. My weakness and my ego fed yours.""But that doesn't justify destroying her career or going after her family."The three of them. The

The letter arrived a few days later.In it, he went through everything 'future him' had told me, point by point, with evidence. He corrected all of it.The joint account had always been mine. Vivian had changed the password without authorization.The surgical sabotage had been planned by Vivian long before he knew anything, and she'd brought him in afterward.The kidnapping had been Vivian's idea. She'd exploited the fact that he was desperate to pay off his family's debts, and she'd walked him into it.At the end, he wrote: [That future me, the one who took every crime on himself, did it on purpose. So you'd hate me. So you'd leave clean.][I don't know why he did it that way. Maybe because he knew it was the only way to give you back your freedom.]Inside the envelope, there was also a signed divorce agreement.And a bank transfer record: three hundred thousand dollars, exactly.The price of the apartment he and Vivian had taken from me.I sat with the letter for a long time.I'd act

After the call, I put the restored phone in the back of my drawer and locked it.Along with eight years of being young, in love, and wrong.That afternoon, the clinic took an emergency.It was an elderly man with sudden cardiac arrest, in critical condition.I went to work, fast, clean, no hesitation."Defibrillator. Charging to 200 joules. Clear."The shock lifted the patient off the bed.The monitor flatline turned back into peaks.His family was outside, sobbing with relief, thanking me on repeat.I wiped my forehead and walked out of the trauma room, sunlight flooding the hallway.In that moment, I felt it: this was my life.Not anyone's wife, not anyone's accessory: just my own two hands, saving lives.That night I went home, and Josh had dinner ready.He'd picked up cooking at the rehab program, and now he was a prep cook at a restaurant in town."Sis, try this. BBQ ribs, new recipe." He kept piling food on my plate.I watched him moving around the kitchen, completely different f