The Blood On His Lab Coat

Summary

On the day I was due to give birth, Dan’s clinically depressed ex-fiancée, Daphne, stormed into the maternity ward.

A paring knife. Straight into my flank.

By the time Dan arrived with the trauma team, I was sprawled in a pool of my own blood beside the delivery bed, the monitors screaming.

But he didn't run to me. Instead, he knelt before Daphne, who had been pushed to the floor by a nurse, her elbow slightly scraped.

"Dr. Cooper, your wife is in critical condition! We need to get her to the OR immediately!"

Dan looked up, casting a cold, professional glance over my body.