The Surgeon's Final Cut，Walking Away from the Billionaire

My husband had an obsession: he would only sleep with virgins.

When Tristan brought his eighth assistant to my clinic demanding a hymenoplasty, his mother texted me:

[Still not divorcing him? This is the eighth one. You really have the stomach for anything, don’t you?]

This time, I didn't scream or break down. I calmly prepped the girl and performed the surgery.

When we stepped out of the OR, Tristan wrapped an arm tenderly around her. "There now. Your first time belongs to me."