n the quiet hospital corridor. The code blue had been a success; the patient was stable. I, on the other hand, was anyth

Look, I' ll just tell her I was stressed, that I made a stupid mistake. But you know how Evelyn is. So focused on her career, she's practically married to the

was already spinning a narrative where he was the victim, where I was the one at fault. The sheer audacit

ler ID read: Professor Davies. My mentor, the head of the cardiothor

lling at a bad time," his warm, fam

ou," I said, my voice shaking slightly. I leaned

d cardiac imaging research program. It's yours if you want it, starting in two months. A fu

ic, gut-wrenching humiliation. It wasn't just an opportunity; it was

fessor. I accept. Thank you. I can't tell you how much this means to me right

rlin! He'll find so much inspiration there for his photograph

my lips. "I'm sure he would," I

ight, Evelyn? You

ng night. Actually, Liam had a little med

ing serious, I hope. That m

tly. "Though I'm sure hi

lutched in my hand like a weapon. My path was clear now.

m, but I stopped short. Willow, the mistress, w

you," she said,

contempt. "A word of advice. He's a liar. Be careful h

for the first time, I noticed the ring on her finger. It wasn't a diamond, but a unique, custom-made piece of silver and turquoi

. Now, here it was, on his mistress' s finger. He hadn't just lied about the affair; he had woven his betrayal i

as a deeper, more intimate betrayal than the sex.

post-op patient was showing signs of cardiac tamp

Run back to your work.

hing towards the ICU. As I passed Alex in

?" he asked,

id, my focus alre

rm cup of coffee into my hand. "You look like you ne

he warmth spreading through my cold fingers. It was a small gest

m's room. He was sitting up in bed, looking contrite. He probably th

called my lawyer, making

to draw up divorce papers. Immediately. I want everything. The house, our

me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. H