The Day I Had My C-Section, 208 Pregnant Women DiedChapter 1

The day of my C-section, my husband, Simon, burst into the operating room.

Defying doctors and my family, he violently pulled me out. “Iris, you can’t have this baby!” he yelled, his voice strained. “If you want to live, come with me!”

I had no idea what had gotten into him. But he was holding a knife, and I was too terrified to resist. I just let him drag me onto a train.

Later that afternoon, a notification popped up on my phone, and my blood ran cold. Within ten minutes of us leaving the hospital, every single pregnant woman in that hospital—except for me—was dead!

My face went ashen. I tried to ask him what the hell was going on, but he just pointed to the window behind me, a look of pure terror on his face. “Don’t look back! We have to get off this train, now!”

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Simon and I had been married for almost three years. He was even more excited about this baby than I was. He’d even booked my C-section himself. But now, he’d suddenly changed his tune, forbidding me from having the child?

Seeing the fruit knife in his hand, I was scared rigid. “Simon, do you even know what you’re doing?” I whispered, trying to reason with him.

He glanced nervously at the doctors and nurses around us. “Iris, I’m perfectly clear-headed!” he insisted, his voice low and urgent. “If you want to live, you absolutely cannot have this baby today!”

My father, hearing the commotion, rushed in, furious. He raised his cane, ready to strike Simon. “What in God’s name are you thinking? You won’t let Iris have the baby? Do you want her to die, taking the child with her?”

Simon glared at my father like he was the enemy. “I’m saving her!”

My mother’s face flushed crimson. “Simon Hayes, I’ve already called the police! If you don’t want to go to jail, just…”

She didn’t finish her sentence. Simon shoved her aside and pulled me towards the operating room.

“Mom!” I cried, seeing her fall to the floor. I tried to wrench my hand free, but he held me tight, his expression grim.

“I’m your husband! I wouldn’t hurt you! Come with me!”

He completely disregarded my pregnancy, dragging me forward with all his might. Only when we were safely on a train did he finally relax.

Fuming, I slapped him. “Simon Hayes! You’d better explain this to me, or we’re finished!”

The chill in his eyes slowly receded, but a hint of vigilance remained. “Iris, don’t ask why. Knowing too much won’t do you any good.”

Our argument quickly caught the attention of a flight attendant. He glanced at my belly. “Ma’am, you’re very pregnant! You shouldn’t be getting angry right now!”

As soon as he spoke, countless passengers turned their heads, openly staring at my swollen belly.

“What are you looking at?!” Simon snapped, pulling my hand tighter. He then led me towards another carriage.

I could tell he was terrified. He seemed so afraid of anyone discovering I was pregnant that he even took off his trench coat and tied it around my belly.

“What are you so afraid of?” I couldn’t help but ask him.

He shushed me, his voice bone-chillingly cold. “Shhh, don’t talk! Don’t ask why!”

My phone suddenly rang, its jingle jarring in the quiet carriage. Simon pulled out his phone, and his face instantly turned ghostly white.

I leaned in to look, and my blood ran cold.

‘Local Maternity Hospital: 208 Pregnant Women Die Mysteriously from Cardiac Arrest…’

Wasn’t that the maternity hospital Simon had dragged me from just moments ago?

Simon had been telling the truth! Besides me, all 208 pregnant women at the hospital today had died!

I snatched the phone, frantically scrolling through the photos in the post. Only when I saw the body of my best friend, Chloe, did I finally break down crying. Just before my surgery, she’d been cheering me on, and now she was a cold, lifeless corpse.

Trembling, I grabbed Simon’s collar. “What the hell is going on? Why did they all die?!”