A doctor assists in the difficult delivery of his ex-girlfriend — but the moment he sees the newborn, he freezes in terror

That day, the maternity ward was overwhelmed. Doctors rushed from one room to another. He had just finished a complicated surgery and was finally about to catch his breath when a new call came in: a patient at the end of pregnancy, labor turning critical, an experienced physician needed immediately.

He slipped on a fresh gown, scrubbed his hands, and entered the delivery room with steady steps. But the instant he walked in, his heart stopped. On the bed before him — she was there.

The woman he had once loved more than anyone. The one who had held his hand for seven years, swearing she’d always be by his side, only to vanish without a word.

Now she was lying there, drenched in sweat, her face twisted in pain, clutching her phone tightly. Their eyes met.

“You?..” she whispered hoarsely. “You’re my doctor?”

He clenched his jaw, nodded, and without a word pushed the bed toward the operating room.

The delivery was grueling. Her blood pressure dropped, the baby’s heart rate slowed. He issued instructions, guided the team, and kept a calm façade — even though inside he was torn apart.

In his head, only one thought echoed: Why her? Why now?