Chapter 1

I was trapped in the mangled wreck of my car after a multi-car pile-up, bleeding profusely, my life hanging by a thread.

My husband was the city's top trauma surgeon, and the leader of this helicopter medical rescue team.

As he rushed to my car with an emergency kit, his phone rang.

After the call, he glanced at me, covered in blood, then turned to his intern, "You handle this. Iris, Samantha's daughter, is having an asthma attack. I need to go now."

I desperately clutched at his pant leg, but he kicked me away. "Eleanor, it's just a broken bone, you're not dying! Don't be so dramatic right now!"

The helicopter roared away, taking with it my last hope of survival.

When I next woke, I saw his Ins post: "My little princess's asthma is finally calm. Superman Daddy is always here."

I pulled out the IV line from my hand and called my lawyer, "Activate that hidden equity agreement. I want Osman completely out of the medical field today."

The smell of gasoline, blood, and the screech of grinding metal.

The multi-car pile-up on the interstate was a scene of utter devastation, like a glimpse into hell.

I was pinned in the driver's seat, the steering wheel pressed against my chest, and a jagged piece of rebar had pierced my right leg. Blood was gushing out in torrents.

As my consciousness slowly faded, the roar of a helicopter filled the air above. The rescue team had arrived.

I struggled to open my eyes, and amidst the fluorescent-clad rescuers, I immediately spotted that familiar figure.

My husband, Osman.

He was the chief of trauma surgery at Kind Heart Hospital and the absolute core of this emergency medical rescue.

"Osman…" I weakly called out, tears mixing with blood, salty and bitter in my mouth.

He held emergency equipment and strode purposefully towards my car.

When he saw it was me inside, his steps abruptly halted, and his brow instantly furrowed.

"Eleanor? What are you doing here?"

He didn't immediately come forward to check my injuries. Instead, his voice carried a hint of impatience.

"Help me… I'm in so much pain…" I trembled, reaching out a bloody hand, trying to grab him.

Just then, his phone rang in his pocket.

In this race-against-time rescue, he actually stopped and answered the call.

"Samantha, what's wrong?"

His previously tense, cold voice softened instantly upon answering the call.

From the other end, a woman's tearful voice was clearly audible, even amidst the chaos.

"Osman, please come quickly! Iris is having another asthma attack, her face is turning purple, I'm so scared, I don't know who else to call besides you…"

Osman's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with anxiety.

"Don't panic, lay her flat. I'll be right there!"

He hung up and turned to leave.

I mustered every last ounce of strength, desperately clinging to his pant leg.

"Osman… are you crazy? I'm still bleeding… Where are you going?"

He turned back, looking down at me with an gaze as cold as if I were a complete stranger.

"Eleanor, can you stop being so dramatic right now? It's just a leg injury, you'll be fine!"

"Samantha is alone with the child, and Iris is in critical condition. I have to go!"

I widened my eyes in disbelief, looking at the rebar piercing my thigh and the pool of blood gathering on the seat cushion.

"You call this 'just a minor injury'? I'm your wife! I'm O-negative, and you're the only one on site who can perform this emergency hemostasis!"

"I said you'll be fine, and you will be!" He roughly pulled my hand away, then turned and yelled at a terrified intern standing nearby.

"Kalman, handle this patient. I have an urgent matter and need to use the helicopter!"

"But Osman, she has an arterial injury, and I… I have no experience!" The intern's face turned pale with fright.

"Can't you even apply pressure to stop bleeding? Useless!"

Osman spat out the words and ran towards the helicopter without looking back.

I watched as the helicopter stirred up a massive gust of wind, slowly ascending, carrying away my last hope of living.

For his ex-girlfriend's daughter's asthma, he not only abandoned his dying wife but also unilaterally diverted the only medical rescue helicopter at the scene.

Intense pain and blood loss made my vision swim.

Just as I thought I was doomed to die there today, a strong pair of hands forcefully wrenched open the deformed car door.

"Hold on, don't fall asleep!"

A man in a black outdoor jacket knelt beside me, deftly tearing open my pant leg and expertly applying pressure to my femoral artery.

"I'm Douglas from State Hospital. I'm performing emergency hemostasis now. Deep breaths!"

It was Douglas, the youngest cardiovascular and trauma prodigy at State Hospital.

Before completely losing consciousness, I took a long, deep look in the direction the helicopter had disappeared.

Osman, since you chose Samantha.

Then it's war between us.