False Accusation: My Husband’s Regret

Chapter 1

I just got out of surgery, and the whispers were already everywhere.

“Herpes girl.”

“Syphilis Sally.”

The STD test results with my name on them, positive.

Overnight, I became the hospital pariah, the immoral doctor.

I tried to find comfort in my husband, Mark, but all I heard was ridicule.

“Sarah’s a celebrity now, they’re disinfecting every restaurant and mall she’s ever been to. They wish she’d just disappear.”

“Even the homeless guys wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole. Everyone knows she’s dirty.”

Mark, my dear husband, was anonymously fueling the fire online.

He posted, “Sarah was so desperate to get into surgery, she pushed and shoved her way in. Now she’s getting all the attention she wanted.”

Looking at the resentment in his eyes, I made an appointment for an abortion.

01：

【Syphilis Sally was at The Crane Restaurant! We’ve fully disinfected. Come eat, everyone! And pray that bitch never comes back!】

【She’s walking around with an STD! Like a plague rat! Just stay home and stop infecting people!】

A comment caught my eye:

【She’s a doctor! Be careful if you go to City Hospital. Don’t want to catch anything from her.】

I knew it was Mark.

His goal was clear: get me fired from the hospital, to avenge his first love, Jessica.

The online hate was suffocating. I couldn’t even cry.

I closed my eyes, defeated, and scheduled an abortion with a colleague in OB/GYN.

“I thought this baby was everything you and Mark wanted. Does he know?”

I had envisioned a happy family of three. Now, I saw the ugly truth.

My hand trembled as I touched my belly, a wave of nausea washing over me.

My colleague, aware of the rumors, assumed I was overwhelmed and didn’t push further. She booked the procedure.

As I signed the forms, a patient’s relative charged at me, knife in hand.

“You call yourself a doctor?! Sleeping around, catching God knows what! If you infected my wife, I’ll hold you responsible!”

Pregnant and slow, I couldn’t dodge in time. A searing pain shot through my shoulder.

Clutching the wound, I tried to stay calm.

“It’s all lies! I don’t have anything! Someone’s framing me!”

He wouldn’t listen, gathering a crowd, judging me like a criminal.

“Sure, it’s a lie. No one admits to having an STD. The proof is online. Stop lying!”

Red paint splashed across me, burning the wound like salt.

“Get out of this hospital! We’ll complain to the director, call the cops, report you for spreading disease!”

I wiped the paint from my face, too scared to look up.

Then, Mark arrived, pulling me into a hug.

“You should be home resting! What if these animals hurt you? What would I do?”

Jessica followed close behind. Matching hickeys on their necks told the whole story.

“Sarah, are you okay? Mark got me the OB/GYN director position, since you’re, you know… Don’t be mad, okay?”

I was already suspended. Now, this.

They wanted my life. Fine. I would leave, let them have it.

They looked so clean, so perfect, while I was a paint-splattered mess.

As I turned to go, Mark grabbed my paint-covered arm, then recoiled in disgust.

“Jessica has a tricky patient. She wants your opinion.”

Jessica’s fake smile sent a shiver down my spine.

“I need to go home and shower.”

Mark’s face hardened.

“You’re her senior. Stop making excuses. Go.”

No room for argument. He dragged me down the hall, towards a room.

Before I could react, he shoved me inside, locking the door.

My heart pounded.

A scruffy man grinned at me.

“Stay away! This is a hospital!”

He spat.

“So, you’re the Syphilis Sally I’ve been hearing about? You look the part. Probably screwing every guy in town, right?”

“But hey, I like ’em diseased. Doesn’t bother me. Don’t be a prude. I’m the only one who’ll touch you now!”

He lunged for my clothes.

I pressed against the door, hearing muffled voices outside.

Jessica’s whiny voice.

“It hurts me that you were with her. She hogged all the spotlight at the hospital. Get rid of her, please? She took all my surgery opportunities…”

Mark’s smug reply.

“Don’t worry, Jess. This plan will get her out for good. Who does she think she is? She’s nothing compared to you. She belongs at home, cooking and cleaning, like a maid.”

Even through the door, I felt his disdain.

02:

Rip.

My paint-covered clothes tore. Greasy hands reached for me.

I fought, but it was useless.

Then, the door swung open.

I turned, desperate for help, but the doorway was filled with people.

The man changed his story instantly.

“She seduced me! She’s got STDs and she’s hitting on men! I’m the victim here!”

Again, the target.

His wife slapped me.

“You slut! Trying to steal my husband! If you give him anything, you’ll pay!”

“If this hospital doesn’t do something, I’m calling the police!”

The hospital administrator pushed through the crowd.

“Suspend her! We’ll investigate!”

After he left, Mark’s friends leered at me.

“Couldn’t Mark satisfy you? You’re hungry, huh? Not picky…”

“Don’t take this personally, but you should stay home with your disease. Spreading it around is a crime, you know. Jail time.”

Mark finally arrived, pulling me from the crowd.

“What’s going on, honey?”

He looked around, feigning ignorance.

His friend recounted the fabricated story, amplifying it for the growing crowd.

“Don’t worry, honey. I believe you. You would never do something like this.”

He said that, but he was secretly recording it all, uploading it with the hashtag #slut.

He was a good actor. I never noticed before.

The accusations swirled around me. Mark sighed dramatically.

“It’s Jessica’s promotion party tonight. Our friends are there. Why don’t you apologize on a livestream? We’ll support you.”

I had done nothing wrong. Why apologize?

I knew it would only make things worse.

“Have fun. I’m not going.”

Mark immediately defended Jessica, grabbing my wrist.

“Jessica’s trying to help. Don’t be difficult. I helped her get the director position. Are you making assumptions again?”

One sentence from me, and he launched into a tirade for Jessica.

Meanwhile, I was drowning in online filth, and he felt nothing. He was adding to it, pushing me further down.

He dragged me to Jessica’s party.

Everyone avoided me like the plague, afraid of catching my “disease,” my “bad luck.”

Jessica feigned concern.

“What are you doing? Sarah’s here to celebrate my promotion! Don’t be mean.”

She reached for my hand.

Mark pulled her away, creating a three-meter gap between us.

He was so protective of her.

A waiter brought a small table to the corner, piled with leftovers.

“Sorry, Sarah. It’s for everyone’s safety. We’ll do the livestream apology later. We’re still friends, colleagues.”

Mark’s friend chimed in.

“The director’s face was black as thunder today. No one’s letting her treat patients. What if she makes them worse? Hahaha!”

Laughter erupted. I gritted my teeth.

“I’m here. Can I leave now?”

Mark’s voice, calm and condescending.

“They’re just joking. We’re the only ones willing to eat with you. Be grateful.”

He forced me onto the low stool, facing the馊饭, treating me like an animal.

A waiter rushed in, spraying me with disinfectant. Red paint, now a runny mess, dripped down my face.

Mark’s friend set up the livestream.

“300,000 viewers in one second! Sarah’s going viral!”

Mark cleared his throat. His friend corrected himself.

“I mean… more people will hear Sarah’s sincere apology.”

The livestream chat exploded:

【This bitch is eating out? Doesn’t she know how disgusting she is? Makes me sick.】

【Look, she’s eating scraps! Worse than my dog’s food! Serves her right! See if she tries to steal someone’s husband again!】

【Any guys who’ve slept with her better get tested! She’s a walking biohazard!】

【Apologize already!】

Mark shoved the camera in my face.

“Let’s apologize. It’s for our baby, right?”

03:

My lips were bleeding, but I couldn’t feel it.

He pressured me. I numbly opened my mouth.

“Mark, do you really think I have something?”

His face darkened.

“What I think doesn’t matter. It’s what they think. Just apologize. It won’t kill you.”

An apology would confirm the lie. The hate would intensify.

They wanted to break me.

Seeing Jessica’s smug expression, I laughed bitterly into the camera.

“If you want an apology, fine.”

I stood, bowing to the camera.

“I’m… sorry.”

The chat went wild.

【Syphilis Sally finally admitted it! Took her long enough!】

Mark patted my head, satisfied.

“That’s it. They’ll forgive you. Good example for our baby.”

Jessica pushed me back down, shoving moldy bread into my mouth.

The room erupted in cheers, glasses clinking, laughter echoing.

I sat there, numb, the hateful comments washing over me.

“Mark, honey, take me to the hospital. A pregnant woman’s in labor. I need to be there.”

The room emptied, leaving me alone with the livestream.

My stomach cramped, a sharp pain. Something felt wrong.

As a doctor, I knew. Abortion pills in the bread.

Blood trickled down my legs.

I dragged myself to my car, the livestream still running, and drove towards the river.

As the car entered the water, I smiled at the camera. “My death is on all of you.”

I threw the phone into the water, escaped through a pre-opened window, and left that hell behind.

Mark sat in the hospital hallway, typing a conciliatory message.

Before he could send it, his friend burst in, waving his phone.

“Mark! Look! Sarah… she killed herself on livestream!”

Mark’s eyes widened. He roared.

“What?! Say that again!”