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,