The Lover Dies on the Operating Table, the Killer is My Husband

I got promoted and received a raise, becoming the head of a department at the hospital.

We've had quite a few patients lately, many of them married women.

They all share one thing in common: gynecological issues.

Until one day, I received an urgent phone call.

It turned out my husband's mistress was gravely ill and desperately needed my help to save her life.

Faced with this situation, I coldly refused.

Until the mistress died on the operating table.

The killer, shockingly, was my husband.