I Ruined My Cheating Husband's Medical Career

"I’m not going to be your mistress. If you want to get married, tell your wife to be the mistress instead."

This was the last text message I saw on Marcus Vance’s phone before I died.

Only then did I finally understand why my reputation had dragged from "medical genius" to "the whore who slept her way to the top."

All because Marcus wanted to marry the daughter of the hospital's Vice President.

He tricked me onto the examination table and opened my cervix with a cold metal speculum.

Then, he turned to the medical students watching the demonstration and said: