My Hit woman

The fluorescent hum of the ER was my world, a demanding but predictable rhythm.

I was a dedicated doctor, a loving wife to Julian, a university professor, and a proud mother to Lily.

I even funded a scholarship for bright students from my hometown, like Chloe.

Then, a pager call shattered that peace.

It led me to cubicle three, where my husband, Julian, was intimately comforting a sobbing young woman: Chloe, the student I' d proudly sponsored.

Anonymous whispers from nurses confirmed my worst fear: an affair.

His frantic lies, her chilling taunts about my 'unfeminine' career, and later, the explicit photos and a voice memo of him mocking me and praising her, all twisted the knife.