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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

Nolan had climbed Vivienne's ladder of success, always being coddled and protected wherever he went. This was the first time he'd been lambasted by so many people, and his face immediately crumpled.


He looked at Vivienne with pleading eyes, silently begging her to come to his defense.


After all, if he spoke up for himself, wouldn't that shatter his carefully cultivated image of docility?


In the past, Vivienne would have unhesitatingly shielded him. But now, Vivienne could barely protect herself, let alone notice Nolan's subtle cues.


She stared directly at me, her eyes betraying a hint of panic. Yet when addressing me, she maintained her usual air of aloof pride:


"Alaric, if you drop the charges, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones regarding how you've hurt me recently."


"Otherwise, we'll divorce. You wouldn't want to betray my father's kindness or our ten years of marriage, would you?"


Chapter 8