The Surgeon's Secret
Language: en
I was ironing Lucas's white coat for tomorrow when I smelled another woman's perfume on him as he came home. "She's pregnant." His voice was as calm as if discussing a medical case. "Chloe is an orphan, she needs me." My hand holding the iron suddenly froze in mid-air, steam blurring my eyes. Thinking of the night I had a high fever of 104 degrees, he held a hot towel to compress me, "I will only take care of you in this life." "What about me?" My voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. Lucas wrinkled his brows in displeasure: "Sarah, you know I'm under a lot of pressure, and…