In the photo, the woman’s face was only partially visible, but the scar on her jaw... was identical to the scar Irene got years ago when she took a knife for me.
My already shattered heart finally turned completely cold.
I moved my fingers and replied.
“No need for ten likes. As her husband, I give you my blessing to be together.”
The next second, a call came in. Irene’s usually aloof voice was now laced with anger.
“It was just a kid playing truth or dare and posting nonsense. Did you really have to leave such an embarrassing comment? He just got into the hospital—what you did could ruin his career. I’m giving you ten seconds. Delete that comment, or we’re getting a divorce.”
I hung up the call and added both her and the intern’s names to the hospital executive list for reassignment—to a remote branch in Africa. Reason: Major medical malpractice.
Since you're so eager to protect him, then you can go suffer together.
Why should the one who killed my children get to smile so happily?
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Ten seconds later, Irene sent me a question mark.
When I didn’t respond, she followed up with.