From OT To Wheelchair: He Cried When I Boarded Chapter 01

From OT To Wheelchair: He Cried When I Boarded Chapter 01

It started with an accusation.

My fiancé’s foster sister claimed the ointment I prescribed caused her vile infection..

Julian Sterling was furious.

He broke my hand—my writing hand, the one I used for every prescription.

Then he took our photos—intimate ones from when we were in love—and posted them online.

[Used goods. Free to anyone who wants her.]

His friends tried to talk him out of it.

“Julian, she’s your fiancée. You’re really going to destroy her like this?”

Julian’s tone was calm.

“She prescribed the wrong medication and gave Chloe an infection.”

“Chloe got so depressed she nearly killed herself. And Zoe won’t even admit she was wrong. Someone like that has no business being a doctor.”

“I’m just trying to scare her. I won’t actually let anyone… you know, give her something.”

I stood in the doorway, face drained of color.

He showed no guilt. Reached out and twisted a strand of my hair around his finger.

“You messed up this time, Zoe. And you need to pay for it.”

“Fix what you did to Chloe. Apologize to her face.”

He paused.

“But you’re still mine.”

I swallowed hard.

Then I forwarded the link myself.

Within seconds, a message popped up: [I’ll take her.]

Julian slammed the wine bottle down, face darkening.

His friends didn’t dare breathe.

One whispered, “Maybe… maybe we should stop this before it goes too far…”

Julian glanced at me.

“What do you think, Zoe? Ready to come apologize yet?”

I lowered my eyes and turned to leave without a word.

Behind me, Julian’s voice rang out, cold and mocking.

“Zoe doesn’t care. So why should you? Someone wants her. Why shouldn’t I let them have her?”

I slowly walked out of The Lounge.

People in the corridor stared, whispering.

A drunk man lunged at me, grabbed my waist. His breath reeked of alcohol.

“I just tested positive for syphilis last week. That’s what you want, right? Come with me.”

I screamed for help.

People stepped away, disgust plain on their faces.

“That’s the girl from the internet, right? So cheap.”

“Said she wants to collect STDs like trophies.”

“Ignore her. She’s probably seducing him on purpose. Disgusting.”

I was shaking as I shouted.

“Stay back! My fiancé is right here! If you touch me, he won’t let you get away with it!”

“If you had a man, would you be online begging for it? Your post asking for diseased men is everywhere. Who would want a slut like you?”

He waved his phone in my face. On the screen was a page that made my heart stop.

“Call your fiancé, then. Get him out here to save you. If you can actually do that, I won’t touch you.”

The VIP booth door at the end of the hall opened.

Julian walked out with his friends.

Seeing him, my tears fell. I choked out.

“Julian! JULIAN, please!”

Julian didn’t even look at me. He smirked at the drunk pinning me down.

“You’re not sick enough, buddy. She likes them really diseased.”

I watched him walk away.

He never looked back.

The drunk laughed.

“That’s Mr. Sterling. A man like that would never want a whore like you.”

I don’t know how long I lay there before I saw the blood.

He scrambled away, cursing, terrified.

I got up. Walked myself to St. Jude’s ER.

The baby couldn’t be saved.

I’d planned to tell Julian about the pregnancy as our third-anniversary gift.

Now my child was just a mass of blood and tissue on a tray.

My colleague Sarah Vance looked at me. I couldn’t read her expression.

“Zoe, Mr. Sterling pressured the administration. He demanded you be disciplined.”

“The hospital decided to revoke your medical license and sue you for damages. I heard… over a million.”

I closed my eyes, bitterness rising in my throat.

Sarah’s voice broke.

“What happened to him? He changed overnight. He invested millions in the hospital for you. He almost died saving you.”

“He loved you so much. Why would he break your hand and destroy your career for another woman?”

Yeah.

Why?