He Left Me to Die for His Mistress’s Child

I was trapped in the mangled wreck of my car after a multi-car pile-up, bleeding profusely, my life hanging by a thread.

My husband was the city's top trauma surgeon, and the leader of this helicopter medical rescue team.

As he rushed to my car with an emergency kit, his phone rang.

After the call, he glanced at me, covered in blood, then turned to his intern, "You handle this. Iris, Samantha's daughter, is having an asthma attack. I need to go now."

I desperately clutched at his pant leg, but he kicked me away. "Eleanor, it's just a broken bone, you're not dying!