She Cut My Baby’s Oxygen Tube In My Past Life, Now I Seek Justice Chapter 2

"Doctor! You are finally here! She hit me!"

The man who walked in was Derek. Without asking a single question, he kicked me squarely in the stomach.

I could not dodge in time. My body slammed against the hard bed frame, reopening my fresh C-section wound. A tearing, excruciating pain radiated through my core.

Derek froze for a fraction of a second, his brows furrowing.

"Sarah? What are you doing here? I thought a patient was causing trouble for Paisley."

Paisley.

He called her so intimately.

He was not even her original supervisor when she joined the hospital, yet he somehow managed to transfer her under his wing. As the Chief Medical Officer, he was always too busy to come home, claiming he was slammed with surgeries for six months straight. Yet Paisley's social media was full of photos of him guiding her late at night in his office.

I used to confront him, but he always brushed it off, accusing me of being insecure about his work.

It was not until my past life, when Paisley pulled my daughter's oxygen tube, and Derek covered up her crime while punishing me, that I realized how foolish I had been. He even forged medical reports to commit me to a psychiatric facility, where I was tortured to death.

Only now, saving the baby was the only thing that mattered.

I dragged my battered body across the floor, clutching his trousers. "Derek, save the baby first! She pulled and cut the oxygen tube. The baby is suffocating! Please, check on the baby!"

Paisley interrupted me with pathetic, soft sobs.

"Doctor, she is just jealous because you are so nice to me. She wants to ruin my career. If you had come any later, she would have strangled me to death."

She sobbed softly, wiping her tears. "Women with postpartum depression are so terrifying. My heart aches for you, Doctor."

Derek's attention was instantly captured. He pulled her close, gently wiping her tears with his thumb.

"Paisley is just an innocent fresh graduate. She respected you and cared about you, which is why I let her check on you. How dare you fabricate lies and lay a hand on her? You are vile!"

He barked orders at me, grabbing me like a stray dog and throwing me onto the floor right in front of Paisley.

"Apologize to Paisley right now, or I will have your daughter thrown out of this hospital immediately!"

His words felt like an ice pick plunging into my chest. My pupils dilated in shock. "Derek! Do you even have a heart?!"

Before our marriage, Derek claimed he wanted to be childfree and forced me to get an IUD. Seven years into our marriage, unable to withstand his mother's pressure, he suddenly demanded a child. I ruined my body taking hormones, desperately trying to conceive, but nothing worked for two years.

My mother-in-law badmouthed me everywhere, telling neighbors and hospital staff that I was a broken vessel. When I begged Derek to go for a checkup, he claimed he was too busy and made me go alone. My results were completely fine.

It was only later that I discovered he suffered from severe sperm motility issues.

"Honey, let us do IVF," he had cried back then, looking so sincere. "Once we have a child, my mother will treat you better. When I am busy at work, the baby will keep you company."

Believing his heartfelt words and loving children myself, I endured hundreds of painful injections and three brutal years of egg retrievals before finally conceiving.

When our daughter was born prematurely, he never came to see her once. I called him countless times and asked nurses to reach him, only to receive his cold, detached response: I am a doctor and the Chief Medical Officer. Am I supposed to break rules and give you special treatment? What would others think of me? You are a mother now, grow up.

All I wanted was for him to hold his daughter just once.

"Don't cry, little one," Derek whispered, stroking Paisley's back. "Your teacher will handle this. Your senior's wife always listens to me. She will apologize to you right now."

He looked down at me with supreme disdain.

"You are just doing this to get my attention, aren't you? Stop making things hard for Paisley. If you beg for her forgiveness nicely, I will give you three minutes with our daughter."

A bitter laugh escaped my throat. Tears mixed with blood on my face as I raised my head to stare at him.

"Derek, let us get a divorce."