Abeera Anwar
Some wounds never fully heal, no matter how much time passes. I thought I had moved on from the betrayal that shattered my marriage years ago, but fate has a cruel way of forcing old scars open. When I walked into the ER and saw my ex-husband and the very woman he left me for—this time as my patient on the operating table—I was thrust into a nightmare I never saw coming. What happened next has everyone questioning my professionalism… and now I’m questioning myself.
The Betrayal That Shattered Me
Fate’s Cruel Twist in the ER
The Plea That Cut Deeper Than a Scalpel
The Choice That Changed Everything
Whispers in the Hospital Halls
The Truth I Don’t Want to Admit
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In the end, his wife survived, but the fallout hasn’t stopped. My colleagues whisper that I crossed an ethical line, and my ex is accusing me of letting bitterness cloud my duty. But I can’t help wondering—was I wrong to step aside to protect my patient from my own emotions, or was I selfishly punishing them by walking away in their moment of need? Am I truly the villain here, or was I right to protect both myself and her from a surgery I wasn’t sure I could perform with a clear heart?
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