𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 Days of Our Lives #DOOL

During my pregnancy with twins, suffering from intense labor pains, my husband refused to take me to the hospital. an old friend helped me get there. suddenly, my husband stormed in and yelled, “stop this drama! I won’t waste money on your preg:nancy!” when I called him greedy, he grabbed my hair and slap:ped me. I scre:amed in pain. then he hit my pregnant belly… what happened next left me in shock.
I’m Nora. As I lay in that stiff hospital bed, 36 weeks pregnant with twins, my body was on the edge of a knife. “We need to operate as soon as possible,” Dr. Harper’s voice echoed in my head. “The complication is serious. We don’t have time.”
But the worst pain wasn’t physical. It burst through the door.
Derek, my husband. His face was twisted in anger, his voice a thunderous boom. “You’re really going through with this? You think I’m just going to fork over thousands of dollars for your damn drama?”
I flinched. The nurse beside me, Melissa, jumped back. My heart rate monitor spiked.
“Derek, please,” I whispered. “This is about our babies. I could die.”
“You always make everything about you!” he cut me off. “You’ve been milking this pregnancy like you’re some kind of queen!”
His words pierced me deeper than any scalpel could. Then, I felt his hand yank my hair, pulling my head back.
“Let go!” I cried, my voice cracking.
His grip tightened. Then, smack. His free hand crashed across my face. Pain exploded, burning from my cheek to my temple.
“Stop!” I screamed.
He leaned in close, hissing, “You’ll regret this, Nora.”
The door slammed open again. A security guard, Marcus, rushed in. “Step away from the patient. Now!”
“This is none of your business,” Derek snarled.
Melissa was already on the wall phone. “I’m reporting a domestic assault. Hospital room 4B, immediately.”
Marcus stepped between us, a human shield. Derek saw the staff gathering in the doorway, witnesses everywhere. He cursed and stormed out, his final threat hanging in the air: “This isn’t over.”
Silence. Heavy and suffocating. Dr. Harper entered moments later, her eyes sharp. “Nora, we need to begin the surgery. There’s no time to wait.”
I glanced at the monitor, at my babies’ fluttering heartbeats. I took one shaky breath and whispered, “Do whatever you need to do. Save them.” Watch: [in comment]