The Betrayed Wife's Ultimate Play

er free from the driver's seat, stabilized her neck, and hooked her up to an IV. Matthew never left

als again! Is

a little low, b

cious! Get her to the b

bdomen was a constant, grinding agony. I knew, with a certainty that chil

ime to a police officer taking notes

s now helping lift Sabrina's stretch

he said, not unkindly, but firmly. "Your husband is a respected Assistant Dis

ife, jealous of her husband's beautiful, sweet childhood friend. A story Matthew a

wail of its siren, it pulled away, taking Mat

ging traffic, their backs to the wreckage. They had done their job. The "r

d over me. I had to get o

over the center console, shards of glass digging into my knees and hands. The pain

d on the wet asphalt. I was soaked in blood. It wasn't a dram

ut. I was on my hands and knees on t

ction truck had pulled over. A man in a dusty work s

Did they just leave you here?"

entle as he tried to help me up. "An amb

r one," I managed to say. "

elief and rage. "Faking? L

ousness fading. The last thing I saw before the world went black was his furious,

worker named Andrew Hughes. And he was the onl

ity facility miles away from the major trauma center w

s too

to the gentle beeping of a monit

ice soft. "We did everything we could, but t

ly a vast, cold emptiness. I had already mourned this loss in my first lif

ime, stood in the doorway, his fac

is fists clenched. "Whoever yo

. The grief was gone, burned

my baby. B

ew. S

ouldn't scream. I w