Ectopic Pregnancy, and I Refused Consent

Synopsis

When my wife was rushed into the emergency room, the doctor came straight to me. "The patient has a ruptured ectopic pregnancy," the doctor said. "She needs surgery right now. Family member, please sign the consent form." I took the consent form, my eyes lingering on the gestational age section. Four months. I almost laughed out loud. Because six months ago, my wife, Ariana Rhodes, told me, "I can't stand the sight of you." From that day on, we've been sleeping in separate rooms. The cold war between us has dragged on until now. We hadn't had any intimacy for half a year. But now, she was somehow four months pregnant. Ariana lay on the hospital bed, staring at me like she was scared out of her mind. "Colton. Please, save me." I didn't answer. Instead, I took out my phone. I scrolled through the chat history from six months ago. Then, right in front of all the doctors and nurses, I dropped a bombshell. "The baby," I said. "I'm certain this isn't my child." Just then, I heard hurried footsteps approaching from the hallway. My mother-in-law, Gabriella Rhodes, rushed in. Without missing a beat, Gabriella blurted out, "Is the baby okay?"