Chapter 1

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.

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1

Today marks my promotion to Director.

I received a patient, exceptionally young and beautiful.

Upon seeing me, her eyes welled up with tears, her expression filled with shame.

"Director Frost, could you please help me with... down there..."

The girl struggled to articulate.

Following her guidance, I opened the examination room door to find a mini toy stuck snugly in place.

While treating the wound, I inquired with furrowed brows, "What happened?"

She told me, "My boyfriend likes to seek thrills. He complains his 'main squeeze' lacks excitement, so he specifically seeks me out behind her back."

As a married woman myself, hearing such words left me shocked.

I felt sorrow for the wife referred to as the "main squeeze".

The following afternoon, the girl returned.

This time, she greeted me first, "Director Frost, thank you for yesterday."

Her perfume was overpowering, the sweet scent wafting over, making me dizzy for a moment.

I replied coolly, "You're welcome."

The girl extended her hand, "Director Frost, would it be alright to add you as a friend? I could consult you if I have any questions."

As a fellow woman, I wanted to tell her that being someone's mistress was nothing to be proud of.I can see the radiant smile on her face, and I can't bring myself to refuse. I add her as a friend.

Only after connecting do I learn that her name is Felicity.

On my way back to the department, I overhear a few nurses gossiping.

"Did you hear? That Miss Bennett who was just here is the other woman. Her boyfriend has a darling."

"Are you serious?"

"Ugh, men always go bad once they get money..."

At that moment, Fintan, the intern, sidles up to me. "Director Frost, your husband's a trust fund baby too, right? You must have experience with this. Any tips you can share with us?"

I stand there awkwardly, unsure how to respond.

After all, Soren and I don't exactly have a harmonious sex life.

That afternoon, I return home exhausted from work.

Soren is sitting in the living room, handling some work matters.

"You're back?"

He pushes a slice of cake towards me. "I had lunch with my assistant at that couples' restaurant on Main Street to meet a client. My assistant mentioned their cake is special - it has herbal extracts that help with asthma. Give it a try."I'm eating cake when, for some reason, Felicity's social media photo suddenly flashes through my mind.

No matter how I look at that profile shot of her and her boyfriend, it reminds me of Soren.

Even though his voice is gentle and his smile is warm, everything seems flawless.

Yet deep down, I have this intense feeling of unease.

I push down the doubts in my heart, telling myself not to trust him!

The next second, Soren's phone rings, and he walks to the balcony to answer it.

I quickly open the photo and examine it closely.

Thankfully, the watch on the man's wrist isn't the one Soren is wearing today.

The next day, Soren's good buddy Conrad suddenly calls me while I'm working overtime: "Sis-in-law, did you have a fight with Soren? He's drinking alone at a bar!"

My heart tightens, "Which bar?"

"I've sent the location to your phone."

When I arrive, Soren is leaning against a telephone pole, throwing up violently.

I support him with a heavy heart, pulling out tissues to wipe the mess from the corners of his mouth.

A sickly sweet fragrance wafts towards me, making me frown involuntarily.

This scent is identical to the perfume Felicity wears.

I help Soren into the car and call for a designated driver.His weight pressed down on me, heavy and unyielding, stirring a tumult of emotions within me.

The scent of alcohol in the car gradually dissipated, and that sickly-sweet fragrance seemed to vanish without a trace.

Yet, an unpleasant sensation lingered in my throat.

All night long, I was plagued by dreams.

The content of these dreams was a chaotic mess, filled with scenes of Soren and Felicity engaged in wild passion on a bed.

To uncover evidence, I planned to request time off from the hospital and thoroughly search the bar from last night.

I never expected to run into Conrad and his girlfriend at the hospital.

The girl carried a faint sweet scent, similar to Felicity's, but not quite the same.

Conrad spoke up when he saw me: "Sis-in-law, my girlfriend's got a bit of inflammation down there. Could you take a look and prescribe some medication?"

I retreated to my office, examined the girl, and prescribed medication. Feigning casualness, I asked, "What perfume are you wearing, young lady? It smells quite nice."

"It's something Conrad brought back for me from abroad. I'm not sure of the brand."

My gaze fell on Conrad's wrist.

That watch looked oddly familiar.