My Husband, A Medical Genius, Was Unable To Save The Child And He Went Completely Crazy

My husband was a leading expert in cardiology and surgery, having saved countless dying patients. But he failed during heart surgery on our twins.

I cried until I collapsed, clutching the children's ashes, while he rushed off with his luggage.

He said he had a surgical procedure waiting out of town.

"Milena, the child was born with a heart defect. Even a god couldn’t save him. Besides, I’m not a god. My deepest condolences. Take good care of yourself. We can have more children."

But that night, Kelly Johansson, his intern anesthesiologist, posted on Instagram.

A grid of photos—Disney fireworks and one of her holding hands with a man.

[The first surgery I supervised, a medical malfunction caused by a mistake in anesthesia dosage, nearly cost me my permanent position. It was so frustrating. Luckily, my sweetheart came on a rainbow cloud to save me.]

The next post was a photo of her standing on tiptoe to kiss a man’s jaw.

[I confessed my love to my sweetheart when it gets over ten likes. The scar on the man’s chin was identical to the one Steven had received when he took the knife for me.]

My already shattered heart finally turned cold. I moved my fingers and replied, [No need for ten. I, your beloved’s wife, agree that you two should be together.]

The next second, the phone rang. Steven’s usually cold voice now carried a sharp edge of anger.

"It’s just a little girl playing a dare and posting on her Instagram. Why would you leave such a shameful comment?"

"She just got admitted to the hospital. You’ll ruin her future. If you want to be mad, post it yourself. Don’t harm others. Ten seconds—delete it, or we’ll divorce."

I hung up and added his name and the intern’s to the list of people assigned to the African branch hospital that the hospital’s management had handed me. Then out on the reason for Major medical malpractice.

Since he wanted to protect her so badly, then let them suffer together. Why was the person who killed my child so happy?

——

Ten seconds later, Steven sent me a question mark. When I didn’t respond, he followed up with another message.

"I’ll have the divorce agreement delivered right now. If you insist on making a scene, then we’ll divorce."

I finally replied, "Okay."

The message "Inputting" kept appearing on the other end, but in the end, he didn’t send anything.

I sent Kelly’s Disneyland grid, along with a screenshot of the medical malpractice news.

"Steven, she killed our child, right?"

All I received was a red exclamation mark. He had blocked me.

I went back to my Instagram, but Kelly’s posts had all been deleted, leaving only a solitary apology.

[The patient treated us to dinner to express his gratitude for saving his child. We got drunk and played games and I lost the dare. The patient’s family asked me to choose a male present to post on Instagram. Doctor Steven was worried I’d feel wronged, so he went along with it. I apologize for causing a bad impression.]

The accompanying image was a crying, bowing kitten.

Steven commented, [Don’t be afraid, Kelly. I’ve got your back. Don’t let them bully you.]

The following comments were endless.

[We all know it. It must have been a joke. Just a disgusting joke from the family. There’s nothing we can do about it.]

[Someone? Could it be Doctor Steven’s? Doctor Steven is so pitiful. He has a crazy wife. It’s unfortunate that she lost her child. And yet, she’s been causing trouble at the hospital every day, insisting that Doctor Steven and Kelly were responsible for her child’s death.]

[Doctor Steven is so domineering and protective.]

I sneered, wrote down each of their names and added them to the list.

The original intention behind establishing the private hospital had been to make Steven one of the top cardiologists in the country. I had invested the most money and managed the publicity.

Now, he truly was the hospital’s chief physician, praised by everyone. Even his most favored and beloved protégé, Kelly, had risen to prominence. And yet, I—the hospital’s largest shareholder—was now being used as a stepping stone beneath their feet.

Perhaps they believed I loved Steven too deeply, or that the hospital owed its current success solely to him. I hadn’t dared to anger Steven; both the hospital and I feared losing him. But they had forgotten—it was my hospital that had made him successful. Without him, I could have trained many other leading specialists.

Kelly replied to everyone’s comments with a smiling cat emoji and then sent Steven a kiss emoji in response.

The doorbell rang suddenly. It was the delivery man handed me a signed divorce agreement and a bag. I asked what it was.

He hesitated before replying, "A woman asked me to give this to you. She said you’re nearing menopause... bad temper of an old woman and she won’t bother with you anymore. This contains a menopausal oral solution. But... you look only about thirty."

I calmly told him to throw away the things Kelly had used to provoke me, then closed the door.

I took out the divorce agreement and carefully signed my name.

My phone vibrated a few times. It was a message from the hospital’s HR manager:

"Mrs. Parker, would you please reconsider? It doesn't matter with the others, but how could you send Doctor Steven and Kelly to Africa?"

"I know you’re upset after losing your children and you’re angry with Doctor Steven. But please keep your public and private lives separate and don’t resort to such dirty tactics. Not only are you harming two talented people, but you’re also costing countless patients their chance at survival."

I replied calmly, "You have a point. I forgot to punish you. You’re fired and I’ll have a third party take over your duties."

Right after that, I immediately contacted the thirdparty management group and asked them to take full control of the hospital’s personnel and logistics.

"Anyone who pleads for Steven and Kelly will be sent to Africa. Those who refuse will be required to reimburse their initial training costs."

I gently touched the children’s urns, speaking word by word.

The doctors who supported Kelly in the comments were all impoverished students I had once sponsored with my own money. I had given them the opportunity to study abroad. In the end, all they cared about was currying favor with Steven. They had completely forgotten who trained them to become excellent doctors.

As expected, they followed Steven’s lead. All ungrateful people were the same. People with eyes only for power and profit could never become truly good doctors. They needed to suffer more to understand the real meaning of a doctor’s compassion.

After hanging up, I noticed Steven had called me more than a dozen times in a row.

Finally, perhaps in a fit of rage, he even added me as a friend again—with the note: “Answering call.”

Just then, a new call came in. I answered. As soon as I picked up, he hurled insults at me.

"Are you crazy? I'm about to get my professional title reviewed and Kelly is getting a fulltime job and you actually reported us to the African branch."

"Milena, the child is gone. I know you’re upset, but it’s God’s will! Our children were born with a condition. Even gods couldn’t save them. They were destined to die. It wasn’t me, nor Kelly, who wanted to harm them!"

He was panting, "I’ve told you countless times and you still insist on making things difficult for Kelly. I didn’t let you check the surveillance footage because I didn’t want you to keep going crazy! I didn’t expect you to start spreading obscene rumors about Kelly and I didn’t expect you to abuse your position and send her to Africa!"

His usually calm voice was now panting with rage.

I simply asked him, "Are you really in such a hurry to leave because of the flying knife surgery? Was Kelly's post on Instagram really a drunken family member forcing you to play games? Or are you in such a hurry to leave just to accompany your young disciple to Disneyland?"

His breathing suddenly stopped on the other end of the line. There was silence for two seconds.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's not happening. You're really... delusional..."

Then came Kelly's voice, "Doctor Steven, the fireworks are about to start. You finally came out to relax and I don't want your mood to be affected by my situation. When I get back, I'll personally apologize to your wife, even if I have to kneel down."

The phone was immediately disconnected. I guessed he was afraid of missing the beautiful fireworks?

I held the children's urns, tears streaming down my face. "Mom will never let them go."

I didn’t remember when I fell asleep; I only knew I cried until I was out of breath.

I woke up the next day, my eyes so swollen I couldn’t open them. I simply put on my sunglasses and went downstairs, only to see a busy figure moving around below.

Steven came out with porridge. He was stunned for a moment when he saw me, but then smiled nonchalantly.

"Are you up? I made you breakfast, have some. I know you’ll be thinking too much about what happened yesterday. I didn’t even bother to rest and flew back overnight."

I opened my mouth, about to say no, when a brisk figure in my pajamas rushed out of the bathroom. She threw herself into Steven’s arms, saying sweetly, "Doctor Steven, you look so much like a married man. I love men who look like married men."

Steven quickly pulled her off him, his tone flustered, "You’re so grown and you still act like a child."

He turned to explain, "It was raining when we landed and we got soaked. I asked Kelly to go home and change clothes, but she insisted on coming with me to apologize to you, so I took out your clothes for her to change into."

Kelly stuck out her tongue and said to me, "Mrs. Brandy, I’m here to apologize. I was really joking yesterday! If you’re worried, I’ll find someone to date this weekend and get married quickly. It won’t affect your relationship at all."

"Kelly! Don’t mess around!" Steven called out, then noticed my sarcastic smile and quickly added, "What I mean is, my wife has always been gentle and kind. She’s definitely forgiven you. There’s no need for you to randomly date men."

Then he turned to me, "Isn’t that right, Milena? Let’s just leave yesterday’s matter behind and let it go, okay?"

My child’s body was still warm and he was already flirting with his new love beneath the fireworks. And now he wanted me to let it go? Of course.

I put on a sarcastic smile, "It’s okay. I don’t mind."

Anyway, he would be leaving for Africa soon too. What their relationship was, where they went last night, or what they did—I didn’t care.

Hearing me say this, Steven seemed relieved, pushing his goldrimmed glasses up, "I’m glad you’re sensible. I’ve postponed all the surgeries I’m currently doing and will be with you for the time being. I’ll go back to work when you’re feeling better and the children’s seventh day of mourning has passed."

I calmly replied, "Okay."

He was the child’s father; he should be by the urn, accompanying them through the seventh day of mourning.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Kelly’s eyes. With a quick roll of her eyes, she suddenly snatched the bowl of soup from Steven’s hand and walked toward me.

"Mrs. Brandy, try Doctor Steven's seafood porridge. I ate it once when Doctor Steven and I went to the beach. I said it was delicious and Doctor Steven said he wanted to learn how to make it. I just tried it and it tastes exactly the same as it did then."

Steven looked at me with a hint of panic.

He always said his hands were meant for saving lives and he never did any cooking or housework. Last month, he had started coming into the kitchen after getting off work and making a mess.

At the time, my child was seriously ill and I was exhausted. I thought he felt sorry for me and wanted to share some of my burden.

While cleaning up his mess, I held onto a bittersweet hope that he would cook for me and my child again. It turned out he was just trying to recreate Kelly’s seafood porridge.

The stench of that fishy smell I hated so much nearly made my skin break out in a rash.

I covered my mouth, stepped back and said coldly, "I'm allergic to seafood. Take it away."

Kelly’s hand suddenly trembled, spilling the scalding porridge onto her chest. She screamed and tumbled down the stairs.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Brandy. I didn’t know... Doctor Steven, it hurts so much..."

"Milena! Are you crazy?" Steven roared. "Kelly didn’t know you were allergic. How could you push her down like that?"

"I didn’t!" I retorted, suppressing my urge to gag. "You still don’t believe me? Could Kelly have spilled her porridge on her own?"

He looked at me with disgust and said, "You look like a madwoman right now."

He lifted Kelly in his arms and walked out, "I’m warning you, remove Kelly and me from the list immediately. Otherwise, I’ll never let you go!"

Of course, I ignored his threat.

The thirdparty management company called and said they had taken over completely. All personnel matters had been handled and the list of those assigned to the African branch hospital had been issued.

I was very pleased with their efficiency and only asked them to check the operating room surveillance footage from the day the children went into surgery.

The footage hadn’t been available a few days ago because Steven wouldn’t allow it. The HR staff sided with him and when they heard I wanted to review the footage, they all shirked their responsibilities.

Now, no one could stop me.

The management staff went to check the footage and called back a few minutes later, sounding apologetic saying, "The surveillance footage from that day has been deleted."

My hand, gripping the phone, turned pale. There was no need to guess who had deleted it. To protect his beloved apprentice, he truly would have done anything.

"But don’t worry, our technicians can attempt to restore the file."

I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately promised that if they succeeded, everyone’s bonus would be doubled.

As soon as the list was released, my phone started ringing off the hook. The doctors who once addressed me with “Mrs. Parker, thank you for training me to become a doctor,” now sent me curses.

[Milena, you can’t catch the mistress, so you take it out on us. Don’t try to use me as a scapegoat. I’m going to expose your actions to the media. I won’t give you any money and I won’t go to Africa.]

[Mrs. Parker, please have mercy on me. I’m getting married soon and have a mortgage. Don’t drag us into your affairs with Doctor Steven.]

[You old witch, just wait. Wait until Doctor Steven divorces you and my best friend takes over. Then we’ll see how you can still act tyrannically.]

I checked their resumes one by one and sent them to the management company.

"Calculate how much I’ve spent on training each person. If they don’t want to go to Africa, then according to the contract, triple the compensation."

I had been very kind. Training a doctor wasn’t easy and it wasn’t easy for them to become good doctors either.

I didn’t want to ruin them. I just wanted to take back what I deserved.

When the list was finally released and he saw that he and Kelly were still on it, Steven completely lost his patience.

When the call went through, his tone was already full of anger.

"How long are you going to keep making this a fuss? You're not going to stop until everyone's complaining and the hospital is shut down. Do you know how many surgeries are scheduled today? How can you expect these doctors on the list to work peacefully?"

"This is a hospital, a place to save lives, not a place for you to vent your anger and make trouble. Take down the notice immediately and come to the hospital to apologize to everyone! Each person will receive a year's worth of performance compensation as compensation!"

I replied calmly, "They signed the funding agreement and agreed to comply with any transfer orders from the hospital. If they receive a transfer order and can’t function normally, they’re unworthy of being doctors."

On the other end of the line, he began panting and swearing, "You're crazy! Fine, since you won't be persuaded, don't blame me for being rude. Milena, remember, you were the one who started the falling out."

After the call ended, I felt no relief. Only bitterness and sorrow.

I had tried to convince myself that it wasn’t that he didn’t love me or the children, but that he just had a cold temper. But it turned out he could also lose control of his anger. It turned out he really had never loved us. I had wasted ten years of my life with someone who didn’t love me.

I watched helplessly as he destroyed my two children.

I didn’t respond to any of the insults.

As if to provoke me further, Steven began to retaliate publicly. He openly brought Kelly to various academic conferences and dinners. They wore matching outfits and held hands during interviews.

Even at the press conference for a project I had successfully funded, he exclaimed, "Kelly has made a significant contribution to this project. Without her, this project wouldn't have been possible."

They exchanged a smile and the media captured their moment. The photo was published with the headline:

"Cardiologist Steven and his wife appear at a research conference."

"Loving couple. Extraordinary. Let’s create a wonderful story together."

He forwarded the news, saying only, "I'm very happy about the new drug release."

He didn’t mention the reporter’s misunderstanding that Kelly was his wife.

The comments were filled with praise for their perfect match and messages of congratulations.

Someone questioned. [Doctor Steven, this isn't appropriate.]

But the next second, the comment was deleted.

I calmly watched it, took a screenshot and sent it to my lawyer.

Perhaps my lack of reaction bored them.

Someone sent me a secretly filmed video. In the dressing room, Kelly’s burns were exposed and Steven was applying medication with a cotton swab.

Kelly groaned, "Doctor Steven, it hurts. Why don’t you just use your finger?"

Steven’s Adam’s apple bobbed and he threw the cotton swab away.

The video ended there.

The person who posted the video sent a laughing emoji with a hand covering his mouth.

[Mrs. Parker, don’t misunderstand. It’s just a change of medication.]

I replied calmly, [No. They’re going to Africa together anyway, so I don’t care what they do.]

On the seventh day after my children’s death, I decorated the house in an Ultraman theme. Their biggest wish had been to have an Ultramanthemed birthday party.

They had waited for a long time, but every year Steven vetoed it, "Why decoration is that important? It’ll mess up the house. Just have cake."

But he rarely even ate birthday cake with them. He always said he was busy and didn’t have time for the children.

But he was free to spend an entire day with Kelly at Disneyland.

My child, you finally made it to this world. You deserved at least one birthday you could enjoy.

With tears in my eyes, I sang Happy Birthday over and over in front of the urn.

The phone rang. It was someone from the management company, speaking urgently. "Something's happened. Check online! Doctor Steven and the hospital doctors are going on strike to boycott you."

I opened my phone and saw a video posted from Steven’s personal account. He was dressed in a suit and tie, with Kelly at his side.

With a serious face, he said, "Although Milena is my wife, I cannot bear to see her continue her madness. Ever since the surgery failed, she’s been madly suspecting me of killing the child. She’s even implicated the anesthesiologist who performed the surgery with me—my student Kelly—whom she’s slandered and smeared. She’s also taken it out on the doctors at the hospital who spoke up for us, forcing them to be exiled to Africa, demanding exorbitant ransoms from those who refused."

He continued, "Because this incident affects the future of us doctors, I once again join forces with the doctors who were persecuted in this incident and declare a strike. We will no longer perform any surgeries! Until Milena apologizes to us and compensates everyone for the emotional pain they’ve suffered during this time. Especially my student Kelly—she must kneel down and apologize to her!"

Kelly, eyes red and sobbing, said, "Mrs. Parker, I hope you will stop slandering me. Don’t send me to Africa. I’m the only daughter my parents have."

The comment section was flooded with patients’ families crying and begging me to apologize.

[My father’s illness really can’t be delayed any longer. He’ll die if he doesn’t.]

[Please, Mrs. Parker, just apologize! I kneel before you. Only Doctor Steven can save my daughter.]

I clutched the phone tightly. My calm heart finally shattered.

Steven called, threatening, "Milena, you don’t want your reputation to be ruined and the hospital destroyed, do you?"

I cried out, heartbroken, "Bitch! Steven, you bitch!"

"Didn’t I give them a choice? The contract said they either went to the branch hospital for three years or paid liquidated damages. They agreed to it voluntarily! Why should they go on strike with you just because they refused to fulfill their contract? It’s not enough that you killed my children—are you going to kill more? How can you be a doctor? How can you be a human being!?"

This was the first time I had cursed him like that and Steven was stunned for a few seconds.

I said viciously, "Dream on, Steven! Go to hell and do your shameful thing! Dream on! Everything I did was legal. Why should I apologize? Did I force you to go to Disneyland with Kelly? Did I hold you down when you kissed and touched her breasts?!"

"She used the wrong anesthesia dosage and killed my son and you sided with her and deleted the surgical surveillance records. You two bastards, go to hell and atone for your sins—for my children!"

Steven gasped, "You're absolutely crazy... I can't explain myself enough."

"Go to hell!" I angrily threw my phone to the ground and stomped on it several times.

There was a burst of banging on the door. The next second, a group of people burst in.

"Damn it! You're the one who's ruining the doctor and bringing trouble to so many patients. Bitch, go to hell!"

They tore my clothes, slapped me in the face and kicked me in the stomach. I tightly grasped the urn in my arms. But someone snatched it away.

"No!" I screamed, rushing over to grab it.

But I could only watch helplessly as the urn was smashed to the ground, my children's ashes instantly scattering.

"You filthy bitch! I cared so much about you two unfortunate children, but I'll scatter their ashes, letting you harm others and teach you what pain is."

With bloodshot eyes, I rushed over, but they pulled me back.

Steven walked in, leading Kelly. Seeing the chaotic scene, his first instinct was to protect Kelly. He looked at me covered in blood, his expression complicated, his tone tinged with anxiety.

"Milena, stop being so stubborn! Just apologize and everything will be fine. They're all family members of doctors and patients. Just do what I say and everything will be settled."

With blood all over my mouth, I screamed, "You're dreaming! I won't let you go! I'll make you regret it!"

Sirens suddenly blared and a group of police officers rushed into the room. "Treating and causing harm, everyone. Take them all to the police station!"

The group cried for help, "Doctor Steven, save us!"

Steven immediately stepped forward, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I'm the owner, she's my wife... This is just a family dispute."

I stood up, leaning against the wall and yelled, "He's not my husband! We're divorced. I'm going to formally sue him. He maliciously ordered others to break into my home and commit violence. I'm going to make them all pay.”