3 a.m.
"Dr. Thompson, theres an emergency surgery in room three, a pregnant woman with severe hemorrhage and unconscious, her blood pressure is very low!"
Sophia Thompson, dressed in a white coat, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, high heels stepping through a pool of blood, arrived at the entrance of the emergency room.
Leaning against the wall, the figure of the man was cold, familiar and painful.
He held a cigarette loosely between his fingers, lazily lifting his eyes to glance at her.
This man, Sophia Thompson knew all too well, was her husband of seven years, Edward Hunter.
"Three women this month already," Sophias voice was indifferent, as if discussing a stranger, "It seems Mr. Hunter enjoys providing me with overtime pay."
Edward let out a disdainful chuckle, walked up to her, and sharply grabbed her jaw with his fingers, squeezing tightly, "Your husband sleeping with three women in a month, and Dr. Thompson is so pleased?"
Sophia pursed her lips tightly, the scent of a womans miscarriage on his hands, touching her face, made her instinctively frown and shrink back.
"Disgusted by the dirt?" Edward sneered, contemptuously shaking her face from side to side, "Why dont you look at your own dirtiness?"
"Edward Hunter!"
Sophia shuddered, finally reaching her breaking point and coldly shouting his name.
A few seconds later, she took a deep breath, turned around, closed her eyes for a moment, and said to the frightened nurse next to her:
"Take Mr. Hunter to sign the surgery consent form, prepare for surgery in five minutes, its urgent."
She always calmed down quickly, her fair and delicate cheeks covered with a mask.
Edwards cold eyes followed her closely, his eyes clouded with a storm, he really wished to tear apart this womans forever indifferent exterior.
Another three-hour surgery, at 7 a.m., the sky was just beginning to brighten.
"Dr. Thompson, Mr. Hunter said hes waiting for you in room 201."
Sophia had just come out of the operating room, exhausted, all she wanted to do was sleep.
But she still had to knock on the door and walk in,
Sophia squinted her eyes, looking at the tall and straight figure standing by the window.
"Shes going to be fine now," her voice was hollow and powerless, her heart already numb.
Edward slowly turned his head, his dark and indifferent gaze like a cold arrow: "Take it off."
Sophias eyes slightly condensed, she trembled and took a step back, using a tone so light it was almost pleading: "Edward Hunter, Im really tired..."
"Do you take it off yourself, or do I do it for you?"
Sophia bit her dry lips tightly, clutching the corners of her clothes.
Closing her eyes tightly, she shed tears of humiliation, taking off her clothes one by one.
Another one-sided abuse...
They were a mismatched couple, not only was their relationship bumpy, even their intimate matters brought no pleasure.
Sophia closed her eyes, the pain in her heart intensified, perhaps from the beginning, they should never have been entangled.
But fate was cruel to her, she had loved him so devotedly for so many years, only to be met with increasing humiliation...