My Surgeon Husband's Ultimate Betrayal
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tiful, modern home I had designed myself, with clean lines and wide windows that let in the aftern
d, her voice business-like. "We've reviewed his assets. You're in a very strong position, Chloe. The pre-nup
a sense of security. My mother's long-term care would be expensi
sive suits, rumpled scrubs, and designer clothes I hadn't seen him wear in years. Tucked in the back, almost hidden, was a small section of my
evening gown. It wasn't mine. I recognized it instantly. Karina
had pointed out to Jermey that my mother' s winter coat
e online," he'd replied, no
blazoned with the logo of a famous designer. Later that evening, Karina posted a photo of Fronia, beaming, wrapped in a luxur
that Fronia "had nothing." My mother, who had raised me on a teacher's sa
em carefully and placed them in a box. I packed my own things next, moving with a numb efficie
pulled it out. Inside, nestled on a bed of faded velvet, were mementos from the last eight
bright with a future he swore we would build together. Taped to the back was a note he had written me that night i
est promises, felt like a stranger.
olting me from t
ight back. And again. On the fourth try,
this transfer! Fronia-her condition has worsened. She's been
I asked, my
me! Her heart can't take this stress! If somethin
graph I was holding, had promised me forever. The man who used to send me texts in the middle of his shifts saying, Just thinking ab
phone in my hand. The love, the earnestness, the future he prom
asked, my voice
into silence. "What? Chloe,
my voice gaining stre
before he
smiling face, at the hopeful promise in his eyes, and I felt a pang
ph in half. The smiling faces separated, the promise broken. I dropped the two
nd of a door closing for the last time. Taking the box, I walked out of the bedroom, do
It was truly,