She Chose Romance Over Saving a Life
My mother's condition suddenly takes a turn for the worse. She begins coughing up blood, and the doctor says she must undergo surgery as soon as possible.
I call my girlfriend, Daniella Dooley, who is working in another state. She is the leading gynecologist in the field and the only doctor with any hope of saving my mother.
The moment she receives my call, she sets out without hesitation. But halfway through the journey, she tells me that an emergency surgery has cropped up and that she can't make it back.
I crouch in the hospital corridor in despair, calling her again and again.
All I can do is watch as my mother's heartbeat on the monitor grows weaker and weaker.
On the 99th call, she finally answers.
My voice is almost pleading as I say, "Daniella, my mother's condition is really critical right now. You're the only one who can perform this surgery. I'm begging you, please come back!"
For a long time, she says nothing.
I wait and wait, only for her to hang up without uttering a single word.
Then, I see a post from her junior, Jackson Bleeth. It shows a sunny-side-up egg that she has just made for him with her precious hands.
Accompanying it is a caption that feels almost provocative. "I had a little accident during surgery today. Not only did Daniella not blame me, but she even encouraged me."
So the "emergency surgery" she mentioned is actually cleaning up Jackson's mess.
At the moment when I am at my most desperate, she abandons me and chooses to go to another man.