Our Paths Split For Good
Language: en
A sudden car crash left me lying on the operating table. The moment the anesthesia failed, I opened my eyes in agonizing pain. The lead surgeon standing over me was my husband, Dr. Roe Hayes. His face showed absolutely no surprise. His voice was as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "The people who hit you were your parents," he said. The words pierced my heart like an ice pick. I trembled, trying to demand an answer, but he didn't even blink. The cold surgical instruments moved inside me. His voice carried a sick sense of vindictive pleasure. "A year ago, you caused my sister to…