My Husband’s Mistress Was Hospitalized After Their Intense Lovemaking Novel – I was covering the night shift for a colleague in the emergency room when an ambulance suddenly rushed in with a car accident victim. At the time of the crash, the people inside the car had pulled over and were engaged in vigorous activity. Shards of glass had shattered and pierced the woman’s exposed lower abdomen, causing a uterine rupture.
Just before the surgery began, a familiar voice called out from behind me: “Doctor! If you can save the uterus, do it! If not, it’s okay—her life is more important!” I didn’t have time to see who he was. I rushed into the operating room and began the procedure. The surgery went smoothly. As soon as it ended, a man burst in and collapsed by the bedside, sobbing: “Remi, I’m so sorry! Don’t be afraid—even if you can’t have children, I’ll love you for the rest of my life! I’ll marry you right away, I swear!” When I saw his face, I froze like a deer in the headlights.
It was my husband of three years—Jasper Fleming. Looking down down Jasper Fleming’s face, I saw he also had sustained injuries—his wounds were still bleeding. I forced myself to stay composed, my voice trembling as I spoke. “The patient’s uterus was saved. It won’t affect her ability to conceive.” Jasper didn’t even notice me. All his attention was on Remi Paul, gently brushing aside the damp hair clinging to her forehead. “Wifey, thank God you’re okay.
Give birth is too painful. If you want to have a baby, we’ll do it — if you don’t, then we won’t. Nothing matters more than you. I love you.” His eyes were full of sincerity, his tone unwavering—exactly like the way he had looked at me on our wedding day, slipping the ring onto my finger and making that same vow. Around us, other patients in the ward looked on with admiration, their voices filled with emotion. “What a rare man! These days, you can’t even find a guy who doesn’t pressure women to have kids!” “Yeah, It’s so moving.
He actually understands how hard childbirth is for a woman. That’s incredibly rare!” Behind my mask, I bit down hard on my lip. The taste of blood hit my tongue just as I loosened my teeth, and a searing pain tore through my chest. Just that morning, he had been in the kitchen, preparing my medicine. The steam had reddened his eyes, and a blister had formed on his hand from the boiling pot. But he didn’t care at all—he patiently cooled the spoon and fed it to me. Afraid it might taste bitter, he immediately slipped a candied plum into my mouth.
Back then, it was so sweet And now, unbearably bitter. After Remi Paul was transferred to the inpatient ward, I drifted back to the break room like a lifeless puppet. It wasn’t until my colleague, Tessa Vaughn, arrived for her shift and flipped on the light with a sharp click. Then she was startled by my pale face.. “Angela! What happened? Are you alright?” I lowered my head, a sting rising behind my eyes. Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind—Jasper Fleming’s look of disappointment when the doctor told us I had uterine dysplasia and would have extreme difficulty conceiving.
Feeling guilty, I had reached out and tugged gently at his sleeve. It was only then did he seem to register me. He pulled me into his arms, patting my back gently. “It’s alright, Angela. Medicine is so advanced now. If we try our best, I’m sure we’ll have a baby.” I had missed the appointment with the specialist he’d queued for overnight because of work. When he found out, his face darkened, and his tone turned cold.