Bleeding for the Husband Who Betrayed Me

I stepped out, adjusting my surgical mask and pulling my scrub cap lower. This rural hospital was supposed to be a quiet assignment.

Instead, I found my husband of seven years screaming in the ER.

He wasn't hurt. He was begging me to save his pregnant mistress.

I played the good doctor. I delivered his illegitimate child. I stitched up the woman who destroyed my life. But my medical oath meant nothing to them.

His ruthless mother caused the death of my own secret miracle baby.

My husband kidnapped me, drained my blood to save his heir, and threw me off a bridge to die.