I had been married to Daniel for seven years and believed he would never abandon me.<\/p>\n
But one rainy night, I collapsed at home and was rushed to the hospital.<\/p>\n
Daniel drove me there, yet spent the entire time checking his phone. He barely spoke to me while doctors examined me.<\/p>\n
After an hour, he suddenly stood up.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have an important meeting. My mother will stay with you,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel, I’m scared. Please don’t leave me,\u201d I begged.<\/p>\n
He kissed my forehead, promised he would call, and walked away.<\/p>\n
I watched him disappear through the hospital doors, feeling more frightened and alone than I had ever felt in my life.<\/p>\n
I cried quietly until a nurse entered to check my blood pressure.<\/p>\n
She was kind, probably in her late forties, with tired eyes and a gentle voice. But when she looked at my medical chart, her expression changed.<\/p>\n
She glanced toward the door Daniel had just walked through.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMa’am, are you Daniel’s wife?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated, pulled a chair beside my bed, and lowered her voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere’s something you need to know about your husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the hallway to make sure nobody was listening.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour husband has been coming to this hospital for months. And he’s been telling people something about your marriage that you need to hear.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
She reached into her pocket, took out her phone, and showed me a photograph.<\/p>\n
The moment I saw it, I forgot how to breathe.<\/p>\n
Because Daniel wasn’t alone.<\/p>\n
And the woman standing beside him was wearing a wedding ring.<\/p>\n
My name is Sophie Bennett. I was thirty-two years old, and until that night, I thought I had a happy marriage.<\/p>\n
Daniel and I had met at a friend’s birthday party. He was charming, funny, and attentive. He remembered little things about me, brought me coffee when I worked late, and called me every evening when he traveled.<\/p>\n
We married two years later.<\/p>\n
For seven years, we built a comfortable life together. We didn’t have children, although we had talked about starting a family someday.<\/p>\n
Daniel worked in corporate finance, and I managed a small design studio from home.<\/p>\n
We lived in a quiet neighborhood, had a dog named Charlie, and spent most weekends visiting his mother, Margaret.<\/p>\n
I never considered our marriage perfect.<\/p>\n
Daniel could be distant when work became stressful. Sometimes he canceled plans at the last minute. Occasionally, he seemed distracted during conversations.<\/p>\n
But I believed those were ordinary problems.<\/p>\n
I had no reason to think he was living another life.<\/p>\n
Until the nurse showed me that photograph.<\/p>\n
The nurse introduced herself as Laura.<\/p>\n
She explained that she had recognized Daniel because he had accompanied another patient to the hospital several times over the previous months.<\/p>\n
At first, she thought he was simply a relative.<\/p>\n
Then she heard him introduce himself as the woman’s husband.<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHis wife?\u201d<\/p>\n
Laura nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn’t want to make assumptions. But when I saw your name on the chart and heard you say Daniel was your husband, I realized something wasn’t right.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt dizzy.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don’t know her personally. Her name is Rebecca. She’s been receiving treatment here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Laura paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to be careful about what I tell you. I can’t share another patient’s medical information. But I can tell you what I personally heard.\u201d<\/p>\n
She explained that Daniel had visited Rebecca repeatedly. He had brought flowers, waited beside her during appointments, and introduced himself to staff as her husband.<\/p>\n
One afternoon, Laura had overheard Rebecca asking whether he had spoken to his wife.<\/p>\n
Daniel had answered, \u201cShe’s still at home. She doesn’t know anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt as if the floor had disappeared beneath me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe she’s a colleague,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Laura didn’t argue.<\/p>\n
Instead, she showed me the photograph again.<\/p>\n
Daniel was standing beside a woman with shoulder-length brown hair. His arm was around her waist. They were smiling at the camera.<\/p>\n
On Rebecca’s hand was a wedding ring.<\/p>\n
And on Daniel’s hand was the same silver wedding band he wore every day with me.<\/p>\n
I looked down at my own ring.<\/p>\n
For seven years, I had believed it meant something.<\/p>\n
Now I wasn’t sure what it meant to him.<\/p>\n
Before I could ask another question, Laura put her phone away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don’t want to upset you further,\u201d she said. \u201cYou need to focus on your health right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded, although my thoughts were racing.<\/p>\n
Why had Daniel left?<\/p>\n
What important meeting could possibly matter more than his wife being hospitalized?<\/p>\n
Why had he been coming to this hospital for months?<\/p>\n
And who exactly was Rebecca?<\/p>\n
I wanted to call him immediately.<\/p>\n
But then a doctor entered.<\/p>\n
He explained that my collapse had likely been caused by a serious episode of internal bleeding related to an ovarian cyst. My blood pressure had dropped dangerously low, and they needed to monitor me closely.<\/p>\n
They were arranging additional imaging and consultations with a specialist.<\/p>\n
I was frightened.<\/p>\n
I also felt strangely numb.<\/p>\n
Daniel had abandoned me in a hospital bed, and I was beginning to understand that his absence might not be an isolated act.<\/p>\n
I asked the doctor whether my condition was life-threatening.<\/p>\n
He explained that I was stable at that moment, but the bleeding required urgent attention and continued monitoring.<\/p>\n
I signed the necessary consent forms.<\/p>\n
Then I called my closest friend, Emma.<\/p>\n
She answered on the second ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cSophie? What’s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m in the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? Why didn’t you call me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to speak, but my voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel left.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean, he left?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he had a meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma’s voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma arrived forty minutes later carrying a bag with my phone charger, a clean sweater, and a bottle of water.<\/p>\n
She took one look at my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her about the nurse.<\/p>\n
I showed her the photograph Laura had shown me, which I had managed to capture in my memory but hadn’t saved.<\/p>\n
Emma listened without interrupting.<\/p>\n
When I finished, she sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to call Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay. Then don’t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She held my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don’t have to solve your marriage tonight. You need to get better first.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to believe her.<\/p>\n
But the questions kept coming.<\/p>\n
Around midnight, my phone lit up.<\/p>\n
Daniel.<\/p>\n
Hope you’re feeling better. Mom will check on you tomorrow. I had an emergency meeting. Love you.<\/em><\/p>\n I read the message several times.<\/p>\n He hadn’t asked what the doctors had found.<\/p>\n He hadn’t asked whether I was safe.<\/p>\n He hadn’t even called.<\/p>\n I typed a reply.<\/p>\n Who is Rebecca?<\/em><\/p>\n Then I deleted it.<\/p>\n I wasn’t ready to have that conversation through a screen.<\/p>\n Instead, I wrote:<\/p>\n The doctors say I need further treatment. Please come back.<\/em><\/p>\n He replied twelve minutes later.<\/p>\n I can’t tonight. We’ll talk tomorrow.<\/em><\/p>\n I stared at the words.<\/p>\n Then I put the phone down.<\/p>\n The next morning, Margaret arrived.<\/p>\n She carried a container of homemade soup and a bouquet of flowers.<\/p>\n \u201cHow are you feeling, sweetheart?\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere is Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe had a very busy night. He’ll come later.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDid he tell you what happened to me?\u201d<\/p>\n She placed the flowers on the table.<\/p>\n \u201cHe said you were being monitored.\u201d<\/p>\n I studied her face.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you know a woman named Rebecca?\u201d<\/p>\n Her hands stopped moving.<\/p>\n Only for a second.<\/p>\n But I noticed.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy would you ask that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI want to know.\u201d<\/p>\n Margaret sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cDaniel has many professional contacts. You know how his work is.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs Rebecca one of those contacts?\u201d<\/p>\n She looked away.<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t know anything about that.\u201d<\/p>\n I felt my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n \u201cThen why did you look frightened when I said her name?\u201d<\/p>\n Margaret became defensive.<\/p>\n \u201cSophie, you’re unwell. Don’t start imagining things.\u201d<\/p>\n I turned toward the window.<\/p>\n For the first time, I wondered whether his mother knew more than she was admitting.<\/p>\n She stayed for another hour, talking about groceries and the weather, but never once asked about the nurse or why Daniel had left.<\/p>\n When she finally stood to go, she kissed my cheek.<\/p>\n \u201cGet some rest. Everything will be fine.\u201d<\/p>\n I watched her leave.<\/p>\n I no longer believed her.<\/p>\n Later that afternoon, Laura returned to check my blood pressure.<\/p>\n I asked whether Rebecca was still receiving treatment.<\/p>\n Laura hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cI can’t discuss her care.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI understand. But can you tell me whether Daniel was here again?\u201d<\/p>\n She nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cHe came this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n My heart sank.<\/p>\n \u201cDid he see her?\u201d<\/p>\n Laura didn’t answer directly.<\/p>\n Instead, she said, \u201cI think you should know that another member of staff heard him discussing a family situation with someone.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat situation?\u201d<\/p>\n Laura lowered her voice.<\/p>\n \u201cHe said his wife was unaware that he had another household.\u201d<\/p>\n I felt cold.<\/p>\n Another household.<\/p>\n Not an affair.<\/p>\n Not a mistake.<\/p>\n Another household.<\/p>\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cDoes he have children?\u201d<\/p>\n Laura nodded slowly.<\/p>\n \u201cI heard him mention a little girl.\u201d<\/p>\n I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n Daniel and I had spent years talking about having a baby. He had told me he wanted to wait until his career was more stable.<\/p>\n We had postponed trying more than once because he said the timing wasn’t right.<\/p>\n And all that time, he might have been raising a child with another woman.<\/p>\n I began crying.<\/p>\n Laura pulled the chair closer.<\/p>\n \u201cI’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you find out this way.\u201d<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n \u201cYou didn’t do this.\u201d<\/p>\n She stayed beside me until my breathing slowed.<\/p>\n Then she said something I would never forget.<\/p>\n \u201cYou deserve to know the truth. But please, don’t let this distract you from getting well.\u201d<\/p>\n I was discharged four days later.<\/p>\n My doctor gave me clear instructions, arranged follow-up appointments, and warned me to return immediately if I experienced further bleeding or severe pain.<\/p>\n Emma took me home.<\/p>\n Daniel wasn’t there.<\/p>\n His mother had left a note on the kitchen counter saying she had taken Charlie for a walk.<\/p>\n I sat on the sofa and looked around the house.<\/p>\n Everything seemed normal.<\/p>\n His shoes were by the door. His coffee mug was beside the sink. His jacket hung on the hallway hook.<\/p>\n The life I thought I knew was still sitting there, waiting for me.<\/p>\n I called Daniel.<\/p>\n He answered after several rings.<\/p>\n \u201cHey. How are you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI’m home.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood. That’s good.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWork.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDaniel, we need to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n He sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cCan we do this later? I’ve had a difficult few days.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at the wedding photograph on the bookshelf.<\/p>\n \u201cSo have I.\u201d<\/p>\n He went quiet.<\/p>\n Then he said, \u201cI’ll come home tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n He didn’t.<\/p>\n At nine, he sent another message.<\/p>\n Something came up. Tomorrow, I promise.<\/em><\/p>\n I didn’t reply.<\/p>\n Instead, I opened my laptop and began looking for information about Rebecca.<\/p>\n I didn’t want to invade anyone’s privacy or access accounts that weren’t mine. I simply searched public information and old messages I already had.<\/p>\n It didn’t take long.<\/p>\n A photograph appeared on a local community page.<\/p>\n Daniel was standing beside Rebecca at a charity event.<\/p>\n The caption read:<\/p>\n Rebecca and her husband Daniel celebrating their daughter’s fifth birthday.<\/em><\/p>\n I zoomed in.<\/p>\n The little girl was wearing a pink dress and holding a balloon.<\/p>\n Daniel had his arm around both of them.<\/p>\n The date was two years earlier.<\/p>\n I sat very still.<\/p>\n My husband had been married to another woman in the eyes of that family.<\/p>\n And their daughter was almost the same age as the time Daniel and I had been married.<\/p>\n The next morning, I contacted a family lawyer.<\/p>\n Her name was Patricia Wells.<\/p>\n I explained what I had discovered and asked what I should do.<\/p>\n She advised me not to confront Daniel until I understood my legal and financial position. She also recommended that I preserve relevant documents, review our joint accounts, and avoid accessing any private accounts or devices without authorization.<\/p>\n I followed her advice.<\/p>\n I downloaded statements from accounts I was entitled to access and noticed several recurring transfers I didn’t recognize.<\/p>\n They had been going out every month for years.<\/p>\n Some were labeled as rent.<\/p>\n Others were listed as household expenses.<\/p>\n I added them up.<\/p>\n The total was more than $60,000.<\/p>\n I felt sick.<\/p>\n Daniel had been using money from our joint household account to support another household.<\/p>\n I also found an insurance policy statement showing a beneficiary update I hadn’t known about. It didn’t prove wrongdoing by itself, but it raised another question my lawyer wanted to investigate.<\/p>\n I saved everything.<\/p>\n Then I waited for Daniel to come home.<\/p>\n He arrived at 7:30 that evening.<\/p>\n He walked into the kitchen, loosened his tie, and smiled as if nothing had happened.<\/p>\n \u201cHow are you feeling?\u201d<\/p>\n I didn’t answer.<\/p>\n I placed my laptop on the table.<\/p>\n \u201cWho is Rebecca?\u201d<\/p>\n His smile disappeared.<\/p>\n For several seconds, he didn’t speak.<\/p>\n Then he looked toward the hallway.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere did you hear that name?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDoes it matter?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSophie, this isn’t what you think.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen explain it.\u201d<\/p>\n He sat down slowly.<\/p>\n \u201cRebecca is someone I’ve known for a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you married to her?\u201d<\/p>\n He rubbed his face.<\/p>\n \u201cIt’s complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n I felt a strange calm settle over me.<\/p>\n \u201cSeven years, Daniel. Is it complicated that you’ve been married to two women?\u201d<\/p>\n He looked up sharply.<\/p>\n \u201cWho told you that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA nurse saw you here with her.\u201d<\/p>\n His expression changed.<\/p>\n \u201cLaura?\u201d<\/p>\n I didn’t know how he knew the name.<\/p>\n He looked down.<\/p>\n Then he said, \u201cRebecca and I were together before you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat doesn’t answer my question.\u201d<\/p>\n He took a long breath.<\/p>\n \u201cWe never officially ended everything.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou married me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou exchanged vows with me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you have a daughter with her?\u201d<\/p>\n He covered his face.<\/p>\n I pushed the laptop toward him.<\/p>\n \u201cExplain the money.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at the statements.<\/p>\n His shoulders dropped.<\/p>\n Then he admitted it.<\/p>\n He had never legally ended his relationship with Rebecca before marrying me. In fact, he had maintained a separate household with her for years.<\/p>\n The relationship had been hidden from me through a mixture of travel excuses, work trips, and carefully divided schedules.<\/p>\n He had told Rebecca that his marriage to me was a business arrangement that would eventually end.<\/p>\n He had told me that Rebecca was a former girlfriend who occasionally contacted him.<\/p>\n Neither story was true.<\/p>\n I asked why he had married me.<\/p>\n He said he loved me.<\/p>\n I asked whether he loved Rebecca.<\/p>\n He said he cared about her too.<\/p>\n I asked whether he had ever planned to tell me.<\/p>\n He couldn’t answer.<\/p>\n Then I asked the question that hurt most.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy did you leave me at the hospital?\u201d<\/p>\n His eyes filled.<\/p>\n \u201cRebecca had an emergency.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHer daughter was sick. I needed to be there.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou left your injured wife because your other household needed you?\u201d<\/p>\n He looked down.<\/p>\n \u201cI didn’t know how serious your condition was.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe doctors were examining me. I told you I was scared.\u201d<\/p>\n He didn’t respond.<\/p>\n I stood up slowly.<\/p>\n \u201cDaniel, I need you to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked shocked.<\/p>\n \u201cCan we talk about this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe have been talking for seven years. You were the only one who knew the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n The following weeks were difficult.<\/p>\n Daniel initially tried to convince me that our marriage could be saved.<\/p>\n He said he had been planning to tell me.<\/p>\n He said he had made mistakes.<\/p>\n He said he didn’t want to lose me.<\/p>\n But his explanations kept changing.<\/p>\n When I asked for a full account of the financial transfers, he said some of the money had been for his daughter.<\/p>\n When I asked why he had never told me he had a child, he said he was afraid I would leave.<\/p>\n When I asked why he had never legally ended his first marriage, he said he had hoped to resolve it eventually.<\/p>\n Eventually.<\/p>\n A word he had used for years.<\/p>\n Eventually, we’d have a child.<\/p>\n Eventually, we’d buy a bigger house.<\/p>\n Eventually, he’d stop traveling so much.<\/p>\n Eventually, he’d tell me the truth.<\/p>\n I had waited long enough.<\/p>\n My lawyer helped me begin the separation process and review the legal status of the marriage. The fact that Daniel had concealed an existing marriage raised serious legal questions, and we sought independent advice about the appropriate proceedings.<\/p>\n We also reviewed the financial records and identified which transfers might be recoverable or relevant to any legal claims.<\/p>\n I didn’t contact Rebecca to attack her.<\/p>\n I didn’t know what Daniel had told her, and I refused to turn another woman into the enemy simply because my husband had lied.<\/p>\n Eventually, I learned that Rebecca had believed Daniel and I were already separated.<\/p>\n She had been told we lived apart and that our relationship existed only on paper.<\/p>\n When she discovered the truth, she was devastated too.<\/p>\n We spoke once.<\/p>\n Neither of us had much to say.<\/p>\n She apologized for the pain, although she had not known the full situation.<\/p>\n I told her I was sorry she had been deceived as well.<\/p>\n We weren’t friends.<\/p>\n But we understood that Daniel had made choices that hurt both of us.<\/p>\n My health improved slowly.<\/p>\n I returned to work part-time and continued attending medical appointments.<\/p>\n There were days when I felt angry, especially when I thought about how many decisions I had made based on Daniel’s promises.<\/p>\n But I also began to feel something else.<\/p>\n Relief.<\/p>\n I no longer had to wonder why he was always distracted.<\/p>\n I no longer had to question why our plans were constantly postponed.<\/p>\n I no longer had to believe that I was asking too much when I wanted him to be present.<\/p>\n One afternoon, Laura sent me a message through the hospital’s approved patient communication channel.<\/p>\n She wrote that she hoped I was recovering well.<\/p>\n I thanked her for taking the time to speak with me that night.<\/p>\n I also told her that I understood how difficult it must have been to approach a patient with something so personal.<\/p>\n She replied:<\/p>\n \u201cSometimes the hardest part is knowing when silence can cause more harm. I’m glad you had someone with you afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n I kept that message.<\/p>\n Not because Laura had solved my marriage.<\/p>\n But because she had reminded me that compassion could come from someone who owed me nothing.<\/p>\n A year later, I was sitting in a small caf\u00e9 with Emma when she asked whether I regretted marrying Daniel.<\/p>\n I thought about it.<\/p>\n \u201cI regret not knowing the truth sooner,\u201d I said. \u201cBut I don’t regret the life I had before I discovered it.\u201d<\/p>\n She nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cThat’s a good way to look at it.\u201d<\/p>\n I had rebuilt much of my life by then.<\/p>\n The legal process had clarified the status of my marriage and helped address the financial issues. I was living independently again, and my health had stabilized.<\/p>\n I still had difficult days.<\/p>\n But I was no longer waiting for Daniel to become the man I thought I had married.<\/p>\n I had learned that love without honesty could become a place where you slowly disappeared.<\/p>\n And I had no intention of disappearing anymore.<\/p>\n Sometimes I think about that rainy night.<\/p>\n I remember lying in the hospital bed, frightened and hurting, begging my husband not to leave.<\/p>\n I remember watching him walk away.<\/p>\n And I remember the nurse pulling a chair beside me.<\/p>\n She could have checked my blood pressure, written down the numbers, and left.<\/p>\n Instead, she noticed that something was wrong.<\/p>\n She gave me the truth when I was too vulnerable to search for it myself.<\/p>\n Daniel had left me alone because he believed his other life mattered more.<\/p>\n But that night, a stranger reminded me that my life mattered too.<\/p>\n And that was the beginning of my way back to myself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My Husband Abandoned Me at the Hospital\u2014Then a Nurse Revealed the Secret He Had Been Hiding I had been married to Daniel for seven years and believed he would never … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12111,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12113","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-new-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytv9.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12113","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytv9.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytv9.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytv9.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytv9.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12113"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/storytv9.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12113\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12114,"href":"https:\/\/storytv9.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12113\/revisions\/12114"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytv9.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12111"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytv9.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12113"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytv9.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12113"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytv9.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12113"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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