My Husband Gave My Heirloom to His Nurse, So I Ruined Him
Language: en
The candle from our fifth-anniversary dinner was still flickering when my husband, Ethan, clutched his chest and collapsed onto the dining room floor. I called 911 like a madwoman, my fingers trembling so violently I could barely hold my phone. For the next three days and nights, I camped outside the ICU. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat, and my tears dried up after praying a thousand times. Finally, he was out of danger and moved to a regular ward. Dragging my exhausted body, I wiped him down, fed him water, and massaged his limbs. My head was spinning from exhaustion, but I didn't dare close…