A Jackie Rj Facebook ad: “2026 Must-Read Stories Read Now”

Ran for 1 day, from September 28 to September 29, 2026, the last day Crush saw it.
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The medical student rotating with Rafael was an impulsive young woman. I had just undergone a C-section when she posted a video of my surgery to her Instagram Story. In the video, I was still unconscious, my body completely exposed on camera. The caption read: “OB/GYN rotation: complete 🔓” “And also, Dr. Vitale looks insanely hot in the OR 🔥🔥” I went to Rafael, shaking, but he stepped in front of her, shielding her. “Come on. It was Chloe’s first time in an operating room. She got excited.” “It didn’t even show your face. Do you really need to make such a big deal out of this?” In less than a day, the video had spread through hospital staff chats, parenting forums, and local community pages. The comments plunged me into a severe postpartum depression. In the end, I jumped from the hospital roof. At my funeral, Rafael said I had simply lost control of my emotions and that no one else was to blame. Not long after, he married that student and took everything my parents had left me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my C-section. With her arm looped through Rafael’s, Chloe smiled and said, “Selene, don’t worry.” “I’ll make sure your incision is stitched up beautifully.” I looked at her and gave a faint smile. “Sorry.” “A medical student isn’t qualified to be in my operating room.” “Get the hospital administrator.” … After I spoke, the pre-op waiting area fell silent. Rafael’s hand on my shoulder stilled, his fingers slowly tightening their grip. After a moment, he suppressed the displeasure on his face, bent down, and touched my forehead. “Selene, don’t do this.” “Chloe is just observing. I won’t let her touch you.” “With me in there, what are you worried about?” Chloe stood behind him, her white coat hanging open, her intern badge swinging against her chest. She blinked, her mouth turning down. “Selene, do you not like me?” “I know I’m only a student, but I really want to be a good doctor.” “I promise I won’t touch you. I’ll just stand to the side and watch.” She lifted a hand, holding two fingers a tiny distance apart. “Just one look.” I stared at the badge on her chest, my stomach churning. In my last life, I had trusted that exact line. Just one look. Chloe had stood in the corner, her phone peeking out from her white coat pocket, recording me at my most defenseless. And my husband had personally shielded her from all responsibility. I gripped the sheet and looked at Rafael. “No.” “I said she cannot enter my operating room.” Chloe bit her lip, tears immediately welling in her eyes. “Dr. Vitale, this is all my fault.” “I shouldn’t have been so eager to prove myself. I didn’t think my enthusiasm would make Selene uncomfortable.” She took half a step back, but her hand still tugged lightly at Rafael’s sleeve. “Selene doesn’t like me. I’ll leave right now.” Rafael glanced down at her, then reached for my hand again. “Selene, Chloe was assigned by the hospital to rotate with me. I didn’t bring her here myself.” “She’s just learning. There’s no need to talk to her like that.” “Like that?” I pulled my hand away. “She’s not coming in.” “And I want a different lead surgeon.” Rafael was visibly stunned. I braced myself and sat up straighter, looking directly at him. “Rafael, you are not allowed in my operating room either.” Everyone in the hallway turned to look. The professional mask on Rafael’s face finally slipped. “Selene Wells, do you hear yourself right now?” “You’re about to go into surgery. If you switch surgeons at the last minute, are you trying to get yourself killed?” A dragging pain tore through my abdomen. My breathing went ragged, but I kept my eyes fixed on him. “I know exactly what I’m saying.” “If you won’t get me a different surgeon, I won’t have the surgery.” Rafael stared at me for a few seconds, then slammed the pen in his hand onto the bedside table. “What the hell is wrong with you?” “You’ve been off all morning. Chloe mak......
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