My Sister Died on the Mistress' Operating Table — Novel

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In a world where love can turn deadly, Seraphine Alden stands at the precipice of betrayal and revenge after the shocking death of her sister. When her husband, renowned surgeon Lucian Crowther, walks away from the operating table, leaving an untrained intern to handle the delicate procedure, it marks the beginning of a twisted web of deceit. As grief morphs into fury, Seraphine discovers that the woman who holds her sister’s fate in her hands is not only Lucian’s intern but also his mistress.

With the truth buried beneath layers of lies, Seraphine is determined to expose the dark secrets lurking within the hospital walls. But as she delves deeper, she realizes that the very man she trusted is now her greatest adversary. Will she uncover the truth before it consumes her? And can she find the strength to confront the man who shattered her world, all while grappling with the haunting question: What happens when love becomes a weapon?

In this gripping tale of betrayal and resilience, the stakes couldn’t be higher, and every choice could lead to devastating consequences. As Seraphine navigates this treacherous path, will she reclaim her power, or will the shadows of the past pull her under?

My Sister Died on the Mistress' Operating TableChapter 1

My sister was in a car accident, and the first person I called was my husband — a renowned surgeon.

He promised me he would operate on her himself.

But when we reached the operating room, I watched in disbelief as he handed the scalpel to his intern, Ivy Marchand — a girl who hadn’t even graduated yet — and then walked off to the corner to revise her thesis.

“Teacher,” Ivy’s voice trembled as she froze mid-surgery, “I-I accidentally cut into the patient’s brain while opening the skull. The bleeding won’t stop. What should I do?”

She turned pale, panic-stricken, and fled to him, throwing herself into his arms as tears streamed down her face.

My husband glanced at the flat line flashing on the monitor.

After a long silence, he gently patted her head, his voice unnervingly soft.

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle everything.”

Then he walked out, meeting my horrified gaze with a detached calm.

“The operation failed,” he said lightly. “Prepare for your sister’s funeral.”

I grabbed his arm, my voice shaking.

“It was a simple craniotomy! She was perfectly fine before the operation. How could it fail?”