Mrs. Walker suddenly suffered a stroke and was rushed to St. Mary’s Medical Center.

My husband, Ethan Walker, a renowned neurologist, promised that he would personally treat her.

But the next moment, he handed his mother over to his clumsy intern, Lily Hart, and left her in charge.

He himself stayed in his office, editing Lily’s graduation thesis.

“Dr. Walker, during the thrombolysis, I accidentally gave two patients’ medication to one person,” Lily burst into tears as she ran in, her face pale with panic.

“Now the patient is experiencing a massive intracranial hemorrhage—what do I do?”

Ethan was silent for a moment, then gently wrapped his arms around her, comforting her patiently for over ten minutes before he finally walked over—slowly.

But by the time he arrived, my mother-in-law had already stopped breathing due to delayed treatment.

“Ethan, it was just a clot-busting procedure. How could Mom die from a brain hemorrhage?”

I grabbed his arm with trembling hands, my eyes bloodshot.

“There’s always a risk of bleeding with thrombolysis. Why are you making such a fuss?”

Ethan shook me off impatiently, his voice cold.

“She was a burden at her age anyway. Even if the procedure worked, what if she ended up paralyzed? Someone would still have to take care of her.

It’s better this way—maybe this was just her fate.”

After saying that, he didn’t even glance at Mrs. Walker lying on the bed. Instead, he grabbed the panicked Lily and left.

I stared at their backs in disbelief.

Lily even turned her head back to throw me a provocative look.

I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

Did he really think the person lying on the operating table was my own mother?

…

“Family member of the deceased, we need you to sign here.”

A nurse, Nurse Miller, approached me with a death certificate.

“I’m not qualified to sign this.”

I forced down my fury and said coldly,

“Ethan Walker killed her. He should be the one signing this paper.”

I couldn’t help wondering—when Ethan saw the name of the deceased, would he still act like it had nothing to do with him?

I clenched my fists, my eyes locked on their departing figures.

Lily, the one truly responsible for this tragedy, showed no hint of guilt.

She was still clinging to Ethan, skipping playfully at his side.

Ethan even patted her head indulgently.

Their shameless behavior drew disapproving stares from other patients’ families.

“Mrs. Reed, you don’t want to sign? You’re not planning to start a medical dispute, are you?”

Nurse Miller frowned and said irritably, “Don’t forget, Dr. Walker is your husband. If you make a scene, you’ll just ruin his reputation!”

I sneered, memorized her name tag, and filed a complaint on the spot.

Her face darkened.

“Fine. If you won’t sign, I’ll notify Dr. Walker and have him deal with you personally.”

With a condescending glance, she turned and left.

Ha. So this was their plan—using Ethan to threaten me?

When Ethan first joined the hospital, I had done everything I could to help him integrate.

I even donated $200,000 to improve the hospital’s facilities.

During the holidays, I bought gifts for the staff.

Everyone at St. Mary’s Medical Center thought I loved Ethan more than anything.

No wonder they dared to threaten me so fearlessly.

But now, whatever love I had for Ethan was completely gone.

That night, I held the divorce papers drafted by the company’s legal team, ready to send them to Ethan.

But then I saw a photo on Lily’s social media.

Candlelight, red wine—what a perfect scene for this cheating pair.

In the center of a table surrounded by 990 roses sat a small, elegant box.

Inside was the diamond ring I had once longed for.

I remembered how, when we got married, Ethan couldn’t afford a real ring.

He bought a fake one for ten dollars on Amazon and slid it onto my finger, looking deeply into my eyes.

“Sophia, this ring is fake, but my love for you is real.

Thank you for marrying a poor man like me. I promise I’ll buy you a real one just like it someday.”

I still have that fake ring.

I thought he had simply forgotten.

But now that real ring had shown up in another woman’s photo.

He hadn’t forgotten—he just never intended to give it to me.

The caption under the post read:

“I made a huge mistake giving the wrong medication today, but my dear Dr. Walker took all the blame for me.

If it weren’t for him, my career in medicine would have been over.

But misfortune turned into blessing—I got a love confession tonight!

I can never repay you, so I’ll just let you hold me whenever you want, for the rest of my life .”

I laughed coldly and gave it a “like.”

Screenshot. Saved.

Another piece of evidence secured.

Then I sent the divorce papers to Ethan.

“Look them over and sign them when you get home.”

Not even a minute later, my phone rang.

It was Ethan.

“Sophia Reed, what the hell is this supposed to mean?”

He barked angrily.

I was just about to say, “Since you’ve already confessed your love to her, I’ll step aside,” but he cut me off—

“I’m warning you, Lily’s post has nothing to do with your mother’s death!

If you dare to come to the hospital and ruin her future, I swear I’ll divorce you!”

Then he hung up.

I stood frozen, staring at the phone.

My heart, which was already numb, split open with pain.

I had thought he called because of the divorce papers.

But no—he just wanted to protect his mistress.

“Ethan, your mother’s body is still lying in the hospital morgue, and you have the nerve to go on a date? Aren’t you afraid of karma?”

I gritted my teeth and texted him.

But a red exclamation mark appeared next to the message.

He had blocked me.

I laughed bitterly.

Fine. If he didn’t care about his own mother, why should I care about anything anymore?

I had fallen for him because of his supposed filial piety, but even that had been a lie.

When Ethan was young, his father had racked up gambling debts, abandoned his wife and kids, and disappeared, leaving Mrs. Walker to raise Ethan and his baby sister alone, enduring endless hardships to make him who he was today.

Even yesterday, when Mrs. Walker felt unwell, she didn’t want to come to the hospital—she didn’t want to worry her son.

I had been the one who forced her to come to St. Mary’s Medical Center and called Ethan myself.

He had impatiently told me he was off duty and to find another doctor.

After I begged him again and again, Ethan reluctantly came.

When he arrived, Lily was with him.

By then, Mrs. Walker had already completed her CT scan.

Ethan didn’t even step into the room. He just glanced at the scan and snapped, “You called me for this? Such a small issue?”

He told me to leave everything to him and walked away with Lily.

I still trusted his medical skills.

After all, Mrs. Walker’s stroke was not severe, and we had brought her in quickly.

She should have been fine with proper thrombolysis.

But instead, I got the news that she had died from a sudden brain bleed.

And Ethan still thought the patient was my mother.

Clearly, he hadn’t been the one treating her—he hadn’t even looked at the chart.

Her chart clearly had Mrs. Walker’s name on it!

Her body had been at the hospital for a full day.

They should have notified her family by now.

So why did he still act like he didn’t know?

As I wrestled with these questions, I heard the sound of the door unlocking.

I looked up and saw Ethan walk in with Lily, who was dressed to the nines.

They didn’t even bother to close the door before they started kissing passionately.

“Ethan, you secretly handled her mother’s body. What if she finds out?” Lily asked with fake concern.

“So what if she does? That woman chased me like a dog for three years.

If it weren’t for her family’s money and what they could do for me, do you think I would’ve married her?”

Ethan smirked, holding Lily by the waist.

“Besides, I took a huge risk for you today. How do you plan to thank me?”

In that moment, everything became clear to me.

Ethan had been afraid that I would request an autopsy and sue his precious intern.

So he had used his influence at the hospital to cremate his own mother’s body without my consent.

As a doctor, did he not understand that this wasn’t just unethical—it was criminal?

Lily giggled, “How do you want me to thank you? I’m already all yours—whatever you want, you can have.”

Ethan grinned, scooped her up in a bridal carry, and started toward the bedroom—

Only to stop dead when he saw me standing in the doorway, phone in hand, staring at them with narrowed eyes.

“Sophia, what are you doing here?” Ethan blurted, his face draining of color.

“This is my house. Why wouldn’t I be here?”

I gave them a cold smile.

“Don’t mind me. Go on.”

“Sophia, your mother just passed away, and you’re not at the vigil? What kind of daughter are you?”

Ethan set Lily down, his face dark and accusing.

Seeing him try to play the victim made me so furious I could barely breathe.

I wanted to rip him apart and see what kind of heart he had left in his chest.

He had the audacity to bring his intern into our home and do this—and then to question me?

“Sophia, good, you’re here.”

Ethan suddenly said coldly.

“The hospital couldn’t reach your family, so your mother’s body couldn’t be processed.

I signed the death certificate on your behalf.”