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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

"Don't worry about how I know. I won't give up on you because of this. We'll always be together," Soren interrupted me before I could finish.


Soren stood there stunned, staring at me blankly. "So, are you sick?"


I replied nonchalantly, "I'm not sick. I just happened to see it while researching patients."


"Oh, those? They're for a client at my company. I learned about some things the client likes to help close the deal." Soren scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed.


I was half-convinced but accepted his explanation for now.


"Also, what was that about in the study the other day?"


Hearing this, Soren's face instantly turned beet red, looking at me awkwardly.


"That... that day, I was watching some adult videos. In the heat of the moment, I tried saying a few lines."


I put my hand to my forehead, feeling somewhat exasperated, but many of my doubts were dispelled.


Chapter 9