My Husband, A Medical Genius, Was Unable To Save The Child And He Went Completely CrazyChapter 1

My husband was a leading expert in cardiology and surgery, having saved countless dying patients. But he failed during heart surgery on our twins.

I cried until I collapsed, clutching the children's ashes, while he rushed off with his luggage.

He said he had a surgical procedure waiting out of town.

"Milena, the child was born with a heart defect. Even a god couldn’t save him. Besides, I’m not a god. My deepest condolences. Take good care of yourself. We can have more children."

But that night, Kelly Johansson, his intern anesthesiologist, posted on Instagram.

A grid of photos—Disney fireworks and one of her holding hands with a man.

[The first surgery I supervised, a medical malfunction caused by a mistake in anesthesia dosage, nearly cost me my permanent position. It was so frustrating. Luckily, my sweetheart came on a rainbow cloud to save me.]

The next post was a photo of her standing on tiptoe to kiss a man’s jaw.

[I confessed my love to my sweetheart when it gets over ten likes. The scar on the man’s chin was identical to the one Steven had received when he took the knife for me.]