A doctor delivers a difficult birth to his ex-girlfriend, but as soon as he sees the newborn baby, he freezes in horror
The maternity ward overflowed with patients that day. Nurses rushed, monitors beeped, and doctors barely had time to catch their breath. He had just stepped out from a long surgery when a nurse appeared: “Doctor, we need you—complicated labor, urgent!”
He sighed, pulled on a clean gown, scrubbed his hands, and walked briskly into the delivery room. But the instant his eyes fell on the patient, his pulse stopped.
On the bed lay her.
The woman who once held his heart for seven years. The one who vanished without a word, leaving only silence where their future should have been. Her face was drenched in sweat, twisted with pain, one hand gripping the sheets, the other clutching her phone.
Their eyes locked.
“You?..” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Are you my doctor?”
He swallowed hard, forcing his voice steady. “Yes.” Without another word, he wheeled her toward the operating room.
The birth was brutal. Her pressure plummeted, the baby’s heart rate faltered. He barked orders, guiding the team with precision, though inside he was unraveling.
Why her? Why now?
Minutes dragged into an eternity until, finally, the shrill cry of a newborn pierced the room. Relief swept over everyone. The doctor reached out and lifted the tiny infant—then froze.
The child’s features… they did not resemble him at all. In fact, the boy’s skin was unnaturally pale, marked by a faint scar-shaped birthmark beneath his eye.
His voice trembled. “Who… whose child is this?”
She turned her head away, tears streaming down. “Please… don’t ask.”
He clenched his fists. “After all these years—you owe me the truth.”
Her shoulders quivered. At last, she whispered: “He isn’t yours. He belongs to someone I could never escape.”
Confusion burned into dread. “What do you mean?”
She looked at him then, eyes wide with terror. “The senator. You know his name. Everyone fears him. Months before I vanished, he cornered me. I tried to fight, but he made it clear—if I resisted, you would pay the price. So I ran. I disappeared to protect you.”
The doctor staggered back, his chest heaving. The senator—a man untouchable, powerful enough to crush lives with a word.
“Does he know about this child?” he asked, voice low.
“No,” she whispered. “And he must never know. If he learns, he’ll take him… or worse.”
For a long moment, silence thickened the air. Then the doctor slowly placed a trembling hand over hers.
“You should never have carried this alone. Whatever it takes, I’ll protect both of you. Even if it means standing against him.”
She broke down, sobbing into her palms. The baby, unaware of the storm surrounding his birth, drifted into quiet sleep in her arms.
And the doctor knew: their past had ended long ago, but the future—dark, dangerous, uncertain—was only beginning.
