He refused to save his dying mother for his“dead”first love—so I watched him lose everything
When my mother-in-law’s rare illness flared up,only my husband,a renowned surgeon,could save her.
But he knelt at his first love’s grave,refusing to leave.

Despite my pleas,he snapped,“Another one of your tricks?I’d rather die than come back to you!”
Later,his mother died in the ER,eyes open in despair.
His“dead”first love turned out to be alive.
Standing in front of his mother’s newly - erected tombstone,he broke down.
Only Ethan was capable of performing Margaret’s surgery.
Her condition was rare,its relapse sudden and severe,with her life hanging in the balance with each passing minute.

I stood outside the ER,desperately trying to call Ethan.
One call—hung up.
Two—hung up again.
My heart pounded wildly,like invisible hands were choking me.

On the third call,Ethan’s voice finally came through.
“How long are you going to keep pestering me?You know today’s Emily’s memorial service.I have to be here!”
“Can’t you show some respect for the dead?seriously trying to pick a fight with a ghost?”
As he ranted,I interrupted,“Margaret’s illness has flared up.Come to the hospital right now.”
“Only you can save her.The doctors say it’s critical.”
As a surgeon,Ethan knew how serious her situation was.
But he said calmly,“Send me a picture of her condition,then I might believe you.”
She was already in the ER—I couldn’t.I switched to video call,showing him the ER door.
Silence fell.Thinking he believed me,I urged,“She’s really in there.I swear I’m not lying.”
“Fine,I’m coming.”
I exhaled,relieved—until his scornful laugh cut through.
“That’s what you want me to say,right?How long are you going to keep this up?”
“Do you think I’m stupid enough to fall for your lies again?”
He hung up.
When I called back,I found that he had blocked me.
I texted,begging him to come.
Messages filled my screen,unanswered.
But Margaret’s life was slipping away.
When the second critical condition notice came,my knees buckled.I knelt outside Ethan’s office.
His colleagues,his friends,were there.
Tears streaming down my face as I knelt.“Please,call Ethan.His mother’s dying.Only he can save her.”
A nurse helped me up,and I was in a daze.
His colleagues tried calling,comforting me.
But Ethan’s phone was off.He ignored everyone,vanished.
I waited,losting all sense of time,until the ER doors opened.
The doctor’s face was grave,the atmosphere was heavy with sorrow.
I staggered over,seeing only a body under a white sheet.
My phone lit up with Ethan’s message:
“You knew it was Emily’s memorial and cursed my mom to die just to get me home.”
“I’d rather die than look at you!”
I never could have imagined Ethan would misunderstand me so completely.
Even when it came to saving his mother’s life,he thought I was lying.