My bestie secretly whispered a jaw-dropping secret to me: her husband had two cocks. As an oncologist, I immediately warned her that it was likely a tumor. If it wasn't surgically removed, it could turn into terminal cancer. Chloe scoffed at my advice. "A tumor? Please, you're just jealous because you haven't seen it." "Whatever. You're single and lonely, Avery. What would you know about a real man?" But I kept nagging her out of love, and she finally agreed to take him to the hospital. The ultrasound confirmed it. It was indeed a malignant tumor. Who would have thought that after Garrett had the tumor removed, his sexual performance completely tanked? Chloe brainwashed her husband, telling him that I was the one who ruined their marital bliss. "She knew you had a double package, Garrett! She was so jealous of me that she did this on purpose!" "Now you're useless in bed, and it's all her fault! A wicked bitch like her deserves to die!" The next thing I knew, Garrett pushed me off the hospital's rooftop garden. I plummeted to my death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the exact day Chloe came to me with her little secret. This time, I was going to mind my own business.
"Avery, come closer. Let me tell you something crazy. My husband is... gifted. He literally has two cocks! I am the luckiest girl alive!" When I finally processed what my bestie, Chloe, was saying, my pupils dilated in sheer horror. My back went stiff, cold sweat broke out across my neck, and my hands clenched into tight fists. Seeing my reaction, Chloe swatted my arm playfully, a smug, blushing grin plastered on her face. "Look at you, completely speechless! Shocked, right? I was stunned too when I first found out." "I'm only telling you because you're my bestie. Keep it on the down-low, okay?" Only this time, I noticed what I had missed in my past life—underneath her fake modesty, Chloe's eyes were filled with bragging rights and deep satisfaction. My entire body was tense, my fists still clenched, and my breathing grew shallow. It wasn't because of her wild confession. It was because of the mind-blowing realization that I had been reborn. I was back to the day before all the tragedies started. In my past life, when she asked me out saying she had good news, I actually thought she was pregnant. I had even prepared a baby shower gift, only for her to brag about her husband's double anatomy. She had leaned in, vividly describing their bedroom activities in graphic detail. But as a doctor, red flags instantly went up in my head. Every organ in the human body has a specific function. It is biologically impossible to suddenly grow a duplicate organ out of nowhere. Besides, Garrett wasn't born with it. If it suddenly appeared, something was seriously wrong. Since we grew up together and I genuinely cared for her, I gave her my professional opinion. I suggested she take Garrett to a urologist immediately. If it was a tumor, early removal could save his life and prevent cancer. Instead of thanking me, Chloe's face turned incredibly sour. She made up a dozen excuses, insisting it was a genetic blessing. After that day, she slowly began to distance herself from me. I thought she was just being forgetful, so after my hospital shifts, I kept messaging her on Snapchat, desperately trying to persuade her. I even researched medical journals and sent her case studies of similar tumors. Eventually, she agreed to the checkup. The diagnosis was exactly what I feared: a tumor. Because I was an oncologist, she cried and said she only trusted me, begging me to be the lead surgeon. I felt so bad for her that I cleared my busy schedule, postponed other surgeries, and personally operated on her husband. But once Garrett recovered, his bedroom performance withered. Chloe lost her mind. She accused me of being jealous of her happiness and intentionally ruining her husband's manhood. She dragged Garrett to the hospital, screaming and staging protests to demand millions in malpractice compensation. And once they got their way, she lured me out under the pretense of a chat, only for Garrett to push me off the balcony when my guard was down. This time, I was done playing savior. Seeing that I hadn't responded for a long time, Chloe nudged me again. "Avery? Are you even listening to me?" "I wonder if it's a genetic thing in his family. To just grow another one at this age..." "Actually, Garrett has a younger brother, Gavin. If Gavin turns out to be just as gifted, want me to set you up? We are best friends, after all." Ah, yes. "Best friends." I sneered inwardly but kept a polite, slightly embarrassed smile on my face. "No, thanks. I'm not really into that. You know I'm happily single." "Plus, my residency training is kicking into high gear, and I have to write a major research paper. I barely have time to sleep." Chloe sighed, looking disappointed. "What a waste. But as a doctor, have you ever seen anything like this before?" "Like, could Garrett be sick or something? Think about it, how can a guy just grow a second one..." So, she actually knew something was wrong. She was just testing me. I quickly waved my hand. "I really wouldn't know. I'm in oncology, Chloe, not urology. I don't deal with genetic anomalies or male reproductive issues." Chloe stared at me thoughtfully. "I see..." "Well, if you don't know, forget it. It's probably nothing anyway." Seeing that our food was gone, and remembering the chilling look of satisfaction on her face when I died in my past life, I couldn't stand being near her for another second. I made up an excuse about a hospital emergency and hurried out of the restaurant. 2 Chloe and I had been friends since childhood. At least in my head, we were the kind of besties who shared everything. Her family was lower-middle class, and her parents openly favored her deadbeat younger brother. Growing up in that toxic environment made Chloe insecure, sensitive, and timid. Because of her personality, she was a loner at school and became an easy target for bullies. I was different. I was an only child from a wealthy, loving family. Naturally, I was outgoing and confident. When I saw her being bullied, I stepped in to protect her. I helped her with her studies, shared my clothes, and introduced her to my circle of friends. Gradually, she blossomed. She became cheerful, lost her shyness, and made new friends. As we grew older, she constantly told me I was her favorite person and her life mentor. She said her biggest dream in life was to become a girl just like me. That was why I never suspected she could ever harbor such hatred towards me. But after experiencing death, I finally started questioning our entire friendship. Did Chloe ever actually feel grateful to me? Over the next few days, Chloe tried to invite me out several times. But I rejected her with every excuse in the book. To make my excuses look real, I didn't take a single day off. I practically lived at the hospital. The exhausting shifts actually comforted me. They reminded me that I was alive. However, despite my best efforts to ghost her, Chloe's mess still found its way to me. One evening, I logged into my professional Instagram account and saw a new comment on my latest post. A brand-new account with a burner username from my local area had commented: "Dr. Avery, is it possible for a man to have two cocks? Or could it be a tumor?" I stared at the comment for a long time, my fingers hovering over the screen. As an oncologist, I often received medical questions from random netizens on Instagram. Usually, I would reply to them. But this time, I froze. The username was completely anonymous, and the profile was blank. It was obvious. Someone had made a burner account specifically to bait me. I suddenly remembered that this had happened in my past life too. Back then, I hadn't thought about reminding Chloe again. But after seeing this comment, I immediately connected the dots. I replied to the user with my medical opinion and then reached out to Chloe. I explained the risks and begged her to take Garrett to the hospital. Looking back, how many people in this city could possibly have such a rare medical condition? I had been so naive in my past life, thinking it was just another random patient. Now I realized the person behind that burner account was either Chloe or Garrett himself. Instead of replying, I posted a quick update: Taking a social media break for an upcoming training seminar. Logging off! Then, I logged out of the app. I told myself I wouldn't touch my socials for the next few weeks. I managed to avoid her online, but I couldn't avoid her at work. Chloe showed up at my hospital. The moment I stepped out of the operating room, she rushed toward me, intercepting me in the hallway. "Avery! Thank God I found you." "I've been calling you non-stop, but your phone is dead. I really need your medical advice." My surgical assistant saw how pale and exhausted I was and immediately stepped in. "Dr. Avery just finished a grueling twelve-hour surgery after back-to-back prep meetings. She hasn't slept in over twenty hours. Perhaps you could schedule an appointment or come back tomorrow?" Her words finally got through to Chloe. She glared at me, clearly annoyed, and sighed. "Fine." 3 Running away wasn't going to solve the problem forever. The fact that she had cornered me at my workplace meant I needed to take the offensive. The biggest question was: if Chloe already suspected Garrett had a tumor, why hadn't she taken him to a clinic yet? In my past life, they went to the hospital, which ultimately led to my death. In this life, I stepped back, yet she was still chasing me down. Unless... She didn't just want Garrett gone; she wanted to drag me into it too. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. Why would she hate me that much? Chloe had dropped out of college early and married Garrett, a blue-collar worker who worshipped the ground she walked on. Garrett was what older folks called a "good, honest man"—he didn't drink, didn't gamble, and didn't cheat. But he was also broke. Shortly after they married, Chloe got pregnant and became a stay-at-home mom. With Garrett's sole, meager income, their lives were financially tight. Every time we met, she would complain about her boring, broke life. She complained that Garrett couldn't make real money, that they were living paycheck to paycheck, and she even talked about divorcing him. But lately, she had stopped complaining. She seemed to be in a fantastic mood. A few days ago, I even noticed she was wearing a brand-new solid gold necklace. When I asked, she claimed Garrett had made some extra cash and bought it for her. I was highly suspicious. Having known Garrett for years, I knew he didn't have a romantic bone in his body, let alone the cash for luxury jewelry. Was Chloe seeing someone else? Now that the seed of doubt was planted, I decided to investigate. During my days off, I started keeping tabs on Chloe's daily routine. She was a housewife, and her son was already in elementary school. Her husband worked long hours, which left her with plenty of free time during the day. It didn't take long for me to catch her. One morning, after dropping her son off at school, she didn't head to the grocery store or go home to clean. Instead, she walked into a quiet alley, applied a bold red lipstick, and waited on a street corner. Ten minutes later, a sleek black sedan pulled up. Her face lit up with a brilliant smile, and she slid into the passenger seat. I quickly followed them in a rental car. I tracked them all the way to a cheap motel on the outskirts of the city. I watched them get out of the car, hand-in-hand, and walk inside. I snapped several clear photos of them together before parking nearby to wait. About two hours later, they walked out. Chloe's hair was slightly messy, and she looked thoroughly satisfied. They even shared a passionate kiss inside the car before he drove her back. I saved all the photos in a secure cloud folder. They were my insurance policy. But that wasn't all. Over the next month, I dug up another terrifying piece of information. Chloe had secretly taken out a massive accidental death insurance policy on Garrett. When I found out, my mind immediately raced to those horrific "spouse-killing-for-insurance" true crime stories. She was clearly planning something sinister. To keep myself safe, I quietly terminated my apartment lease and moved to a secure condo with strict gated access, cutting off any chance of her cornering me at home. While Chloe stopped reaching out, two weeks later, Garrett messaged me on Snapchat. "Dr. Avery, are you free? There's something I want to ask you, but I'm not sure if it's appropriate." I didn't reply immediately. I let the message sit for three days before typing a cold response. Garrett, you are Chloe's husband. If you think it's inappropriate, then it's best not to ask. Setting boundaries with a bestie's husband was the smartest thing to do. Fortunately, my coldness worked, and he didn't text back. But almost immediately after I sent that message, Chloe called me. Realizing I had just been active online, I had no choice but to pick up. "Hey, Chloe. What's up?" Chloe's voice sounded panicked. "Avery! Remember what I told you about Garrett's... you know, his extra part? He says it's starting to hurt really badly. I'm scared something is wrong." 4 My heart sank. She was trying to bait me into giving medical advice again. As a doctor, I gave advice to hundreds of patients, and they were always grateful. Even if they didn't like the diagnosis, they never blamed me personally. But Chloe wasn't a normal patient. She was a ticking time bomb. I had to be incredibly careful with my words. "I really can't say, Chloe. Like I told you, I'm not a urologist, so I don't know much about that area." "Maybe you guys are just... keeping too busy at night?" I joked lightly, trying to keep the mood casual. "You should talk to Garrett and see what he wants to do." Right then, a nurse knocked on my office door. I quickly called out to her and turned back to the phone. "Chloe, I have to go. An emergency patient just came in, and we need to prep for surgery. I'll call you back later." Without waiting for her reply, I hung up. After a grueling six-hour surgery, I was completely drained. I went back to my office to change, only to find Chloe and Garrett standing right outside my door. The young nurse looked terrified. "Dr. Avery, I tried to stop them, but they just pushed past me..." I waved my hand. "It's fine. Go get some rest." I knew that even if the nurse stopped them today, Chloe would just find another way to corner me tomorrow. Once the nurse left, Chloe plopped down on my office sofa. "Avery, what am I supposed to do?" She burst into tears, covering her face. Garrett stood beside her, his face dark and silent, looking incredibly stressed. I stood there, watching her cry without offering any comfort. Seeing that her tears weren't getting a reaction out of me, Chloe stopped acting and grabbed an envelope from Garrett's hand, tossing the scan results onto my desk. "Avery, I know you're the best doctor in this hospital. After Garrett's pain got unbearable, we went to get him checked. Look at this." She tapped her finger on the diagnosis line, her voice cracking with fake sorrow. "The doctor said it's a tumor. It's not a second cock, and he needs surgery immediately." "But I looked it up online! People say it could be chimerism. You know what that is, right? It's when one twin absorbs the other in the womb. That means it could still be a second part! But the doctor insisted..." "Avery, I only trust you. You're the top oncologist here. Your face is literally on the hospital's wall of fame! Since we're best friends, you have to perform the surgery."
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