Someone from the hospital explained that I was actually related to a doctor, but that only fueled everyone’s anger.
They questioned if being related to a doctor meant that someone should be left to die at a crash site. Why would anyone trust a doctor who could ignore his injured wife and child?
Someone at the scene then posted pictures in the comments showing Julian kicking me. Furious netizens flooded the hospital’s official account, demanding answers.
I went through all the comments and gave them a thumbs-up. I was just about to text Julian about getting a divorce when I saw Vera’s post from two hours ago.
In the photo, Julian was gently tending to the wound on her hand, looking at her with a tenderness I’d never seen from him before.
Her caption read, “I’m so thankful you’re my lifelong friend and family, even without the blood ties. Nothing—not life or death—can tear us apart.”
I immediately liked the post.
Julian’s call came through right then. “What the heck is wrong with you, Kate? Why are you going after Vera? If you’ve got a problem, take it up with me. She almost died today because of you!
“You’re really going to regret this if you keep making her life miserable. I’ve put up with your crap for long enough. But messing with someone’s life? That’s where I draw the line. Do you even realize what you’re doing?
“You’re ruining someone’s life! Are you out of your mind? Vera might say that she’s not mad at you, but don’t think that I’ll let this slide. You’ve got one last chance to apologize to her!”
Before I could say anything, Vera’s sobs came through the phone. “Jules, don’t hold this against Ms. Brooks. It’s all on me. None of this would’ve happened if I’d just let her take over the wheel. It’s normal for pregnant women to get emotional. I get it.”
Julian’s heart broke for Vera. He said, “You’re my friend. Why should you be the one to suffer? She’s just an outsider. What right does she have to yell at you? You don’t have to take that. I’ll make sure she thinks twice before doing that again!”
While they were still trying to comfort each other, I interrupted. I said monotonously, “Yeah. Let’s just get a divorce. I’m fine with it. I’m just the outsider here, so I’ll stay out of it.”
