Chapter 1

My boyfriend’s "pure and innocent" childhood friend came to my OB-GYN clinic, and I found she was infected with three different STDs.

My boyfriend didn’t believe me. In a fit of rage, he splashed hot coffee right in my face.

"Do you have any idea how pure Lily is? She’s never even held a guy’s hand! If you’re going to make up lies to slander her, at least make them believable!"

That night, he turned my hospital ID photo into a meme with the caption "Psycho Doc" and blasted it across all our professional SnapChat groups.

I was forced to resign. I was stalked, and my door was defaced with red paint. Until one night, someone locked my garage door from the outside and let car exhaust fill the space.

Before my consciousness faded, my phone screen lit up. It was a text from him: "If you had just disappeared sooner, Lily and I would’ve been together by now."

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in my clinic. She was sitting right across from me, smiling like a sweet, innocent angel.

This time, I calmly slid the paper over. "Here’s your report. See for yourself."

Since he believed she was so pure, then let her be pure.

After all, I wasn’t the one getting infected.

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