Two Brides, One Tragic Twist novel Chapter 1

My best friend and I married into the Sutherland family at the same time, and we even conceived at almost the same time.

I married the older son, who was an expert surgeon, while she married his younger brother, who was the most handsome police officer around.

On our first wedding anniversary, I got into a severe car crash on our way back from collecting our prenatal checkup reports at the hospital.

My best friend dodged the bullet because she was buying us milk tea.

However, I bled profusely from my lower body and ended up lying in a pool of blood at the scene, my face pale with fright.

Trembling, I took out my phone and called my husband for help, but he rejected my call three times before finally answering it.

His tone was full of impatience as he snapped, "Can you stop making trouble out of nothing? Weren't you just fine when you had your prenatal checkup just a while ago? Medical resources aren't yours to waste!

"Hannie cut her hand while changing out a water pipe at home. I still have to bandage it for her, so don't bother me!"

In the end, it was my best friend, who was returning with milk teas in hand, who saved my life.

She called her husband right there in the street, crying and demanding that the perpetrator pay with his life.

Instead, she was met with a cold reprimand. "Do you know the consequences of making a false police report? I still need to help Hannie switch out her water pipe, so stop wasting my time already!"

The passersby who had gathered around to look were so frightened by my terrible state that they did not dare to come forward.

My best friend, who was eight months pregnant, dragged me to the hospital by herself—walking the entire three miles there.

As a result, she also lost her unborn child.

She even volunteered for the blood transfusion I needed after her own surgery.

After opening my eyes, I gazed at her pale face. The two of us exchanged looks and smiled bitterly at each other.

"I want to file for divorce, Iris," I told her.

"Me too," she replied.

After I woke up and made up my mind, I immediately sent my husband, Jack Sutherland, a message informing him that I was going to divorce him.

As a result, he actually called me back, a stark contrast to when I had needed to call him three times before he picked up on the day of the accident.

When I answered the call, his furious curses sounded in my ears. "Are you going to divorce me just because I didn't condone your nonsense, Yvonne Jandor? The child was still fine in the morning, so how did you have a miscarriage after I hung up the phone? Are you trying to play me for a fool?

"I go to work every day to save lives, not to play house with you! It's just a coincidence that my patient today happens to be Hannie!

"Can you learn some common sense? She accidentally cut her wrist, which may end up bleeding profusely if proper measures aren't taken! There's a life on the line!

"My child and the subject of divorce aren't bargaining chips for you to threaten me with, either! Stop playing the spurned wife and trying to gain my favor through despicable means!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone without waiting for me to speak.

The hand in which I was holding my phone was still connected to an IV drip. At the moment, it was sagging weakly next to my ear.