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To help her younger lover gain prestige and a promotion, my wife, the hospital director, deliberately ran over my leg with her car, breaking it. She then stole the pancreatic cancer surgery plan I had painstakingly prepared for patients.
On the day my right leg was amputated, she was busy throwing a celebration party for her younger lover.
As a result, the young boy performed surgery while drunk, causing the patient to die on the spot.
To protect him, my wife intentionally altered the surgical plan and falsely accused my immature plan of causing this major medical accident.
To demonstrate her impartiality, she punished me on the spot by demoting me and cutting my salary. She even used my wages for the next thirty years to compensate the patient's family as atonement.
In the conference room, she lowered her head and persuaded me:
"Your skills speak for themselves. This is just a surgical accident. At most, you'll face suspension pending investigation. People will forget about it soon."
"But Nolan is different. He's still young with limited experience. This accident could end his medical career."
Hearing this, I nodded.
My wife thought I had agreed and happily promised to make our marriage public after this incident.
I smiled faintly and said:
"I've already reported this to hospital administration. Let the professionals determine right from wrong."

To Save Her Younger Lover, My Wife Altered My Surgery Plan

"Alaric, you're still sulking about this, aren't you? I've already apologized, haven't I?"


"You're a grown man. Is it really worth obsessing over such a trivial matter?"


"Besides, this is our private business. Can't we just talk it out behind closed doors? Why do you insist on airing our dirty laundry for everyone to see?"


"You're an adult now. Can't you stop being so childish?"


I look at my still-aching leg, my calf now an empty void. The amputation wound, torn open by Vivienne's earlier violence, bleeds through the bandages.


The worst part of amputation isn't the pain during recovery. It's living the rest of your life without a limb.


Even if I could afford the best prosthetic later, it would never compare to my own leg.


And even if I became proficient with a prosthetic, able to walk like a normal person, I'd still be haunted by phantom limb pain for the rest of my life.


Not to mention how grueling the recovery and adaptation periods will be.


Chapter 7