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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.

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

Friends? I silently allowed her into the car, but she nearly got me killed!


My mind was racing, though I kept my face neutral as I stepped back to avoid her.


Disappointment flashed across her face, but she quickly resumed smiling.


My mother-in-law invited everyone to eat, considering the matter settled. My sister-in-law didn't dwell on it either, chatting warmly with Felicity.


Soren stayed by my side the entire time, not sparing Felicity a single glance.


During the meal, a fragrant bowl of chicken soup caught my attention.


Suddenly, a sharp, unpleasant odor wafted over, causing me to wrinkle my nose involuntarily.


Seeing my reaction, Soren assumed I was worried about the temperature.


"Darling, let me cool it down for you. Go ahead and drink," he said.


My sister-in-law chimed in with a laugh, "Why is the turkey leg so sweet today?"


I snapped back to reality, realizing something was off about this soup.


Chapter 6