The baby didn’t survive, and I thought it was my fault.
She went live on Tik Tok and accused me of killing her baby.
My husband, Ethan Rivers, publicly claimed I was just jealous of her online fame.
The hospital fired me, saying I lacked professional ethics.
The police cleared me of intentional harm, but my reputation was ruined.
Wandering by the Chattahoochee River, heartbroken, Ethan revealed he’d framed me to be with Raina Ward, my sister–in–law. Then he pushed me into the river.
When I opened my eyes, I had gone back in time to the day my mother–in–law begged me to help.
I sidestepped her outstretched hand, my voice cold and firm.
“I can’t.”
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“Nina, I’m begging you! Please, save your nephew.”
“Have mercy; this old woman is on her knees for you.”
The icy water of the Chattahoochee River stabbed through me, the suffocating fear forcing me to gasp for air.
“Nina, say something!”
The familiar voice jolted me.
I instinctively looked up to see a wrinkled face.
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The sharp scent of disinfectant hit my nose.
Was I in a hospital?
No, I remembered being shoved into the river. I had died.
Then it dawned on me–I had been reborn.
I was back on the day my mother–in–law, Dorothy Rivers, had begged me to deliver Raina Ward’s baby.
In my past life, had fallen for this pitiful act.
I worked tirelessly for my influencer sister–in–law, but during delivery, I had an allergic
reaction. The baby was stillborn, and I became the target of everyone’s wrath.
Ethan Rivers, my husband, told the media I had deliberately eaten something to provoke the allergy and create an excuse to kill the baby.
Dorothy accused me of being jealous because I hadn’t conceived in our three years of
marriage.
Raina told her fans I nearly killed her during surgery.
Followers on TikTok mobbed me online:
“This woman is pure evil.”
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“Someone like her has no place being a doctor”
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“She should die. Who knows how many more pregnant women she’ll kill out of jealousy?”
No one listened to my explanations.
The police investigated but found no evidence of foul play. Still, St. Grace Medical Center fired me for “ethical violations.”
Numb, I wandered along the riverbank. That when Ethan told me he framed me to make
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Then he shoved me into the river.
“Mom, please get up.” I fought the bile rising in my throat and pretended to help Dorothy to her feet. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of Raina. Let me call an ambulance to bring her to the hospital.”
“No, Nina, we want her to give birth at home,” Dorothy protested, kneeling again, halfway through standing.
“Mom, hospital policy forbids doctors from making house calls, and the hospital is safer, right?”
Dorothy hesitated, but my firm refusal forced her to relent.
Later, she brought me a container of shrimp and grits.
“Nina, I heard from Ethan you didn’t eat much this morning, so I made this just for you,” she said as the rich smell of meat filled my office.
Finally, I understood why I’d had that mysterious allergic reaction in my past life.
That morning, I had only grabbed a Southern–style sausage biscuit. Ethan had gotten up early, cooked, and insisted I eat, but I had surgery scheduled and didn’t want to risk needing the bathroom, so I skipped it.
The problem wasn’t Ethan’s breakfast–it was Dorothy’s shrimp and grits.
I’m allergic to Cajun crawfish, though my symptoms are delayed, making the timing suspiciously perfect. In my past life, the symptoms hit right before Raina’s surgery.
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A shiver ran through me.
What had I done to this family to make them conspire against me like this?
“Fine, leave it there. I’ll have it later.”
Dorothy reluctantly left, turning back repeatedly to remind me, “Nina, make sure you eat
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I opened the container, took a small bite in her presence, and smiled.
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