Part 3My Ex's Ten Life Sentences

Sasha handed me the requisition forms for the lab work and scans. I didn't move.

I fixed my eyes on hers. “An apology isn't going to be enough. Since you claim I've had ten abortions, I’m going to need you to print out my medical records. The full history."

I raised my phone slightly. “If you can’t produce them...”

"...I won’t be dropping this.”

Sasha's face darkened. She slammed her palm down on the desktop. “What are you doing? Are you trying to threaten me? Blackmail me into silence?”

“I admit, I violated policy by discussing your private health matters. But I was trying to save you from yourself! Your attitude makes it sound like I’m the villain here.”

I ignored her histrionics and simply repeated the request. The records.

Seeing Sasha’s anger, Owen finally stepped in, abandoning his stifled laughter. "Audrey, stop making a scene. It’s obviously a mix-up. Someone who looks like you, or has a similar name. The doctor made an honest mistake.”

He lowered his voice, trying to be soothing. “I trust you, honey. I know the kind of person you are. We don’t need to waste time here. Your stomach is killing you. Let's go get checked out, and we can file a formal complaint later.”

I didn't hesitate. I slapped him across the face. Hard.

“Are you seriously this spineless? A woman just slandered me in front of you, and your only solution is to run and hide?”

The force of the blow stunned Owen into silence.

Sasha’s face twisted between pity for Owen and pure venom for me. “You did something to betray your boyfriend, and now you have the gall to lash out at him?”

"I was going to let you walk away with some shred of dignity, maybe even keep this perfect man. But since you want to push it, have a look!”

She spun the computer monitor around with a furious swipe. My mind went blank. The screen was a dense forest of entries, every single one listing a consultation or a procedure in the OB/GYN department.

Based on this evidence, Sasha wasn't the liar. I was.