Death Row Memories: Now My Wife Regrets Everything のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

I was strapped to a cold operating table, my limbs restrained. I couldn't even cry out since my vocal cords had been removed in advance.I could hear the cheers from the crowd erupting on all sides."That murderer is finally going to die!""I wish I could rip this evil doctor to pieces!"There was an LED screen on the judgment platform that kept looping through my so-called crimes—deliberately altering surgical procedures, intentionally administering the wrong medication, causing five patients to die on the operating table, and destroying five families completely.Wanda Johnson—my wife—stood at the center of the platform and bowed deeply to the crowd. "I'm so sorry! Matthew Sullivan—my husband—has committed a heinous crime! He didn't just take the lives of your family members; he took the life of mine as well!"Wanda's eyes were brimming with tears, her voice breaking with emotion while saying, "You all can rest assured that I'll carry out this execution fairly."She raised the

I tried to speak, trying hard to defend myself, but it was useless since no one could hear me.It was then that the scene suddenly shifted to when I had been assigned a difficult case—an eight-year-old boy named Levi Hall with a rare heart condition. There wasn't a single doctor in the entire country who was willing to perform the operation. They were terrified that a failed surgery would ruin their reputation, but that didn't stop me.I held Levi in my arms and said, "You have nothing to be afraid of, as I'm going to make your heart all better, Levi."Levi asked hesitantly, "Can I run around like the other children after the surgery?"I nodded with a smile, replying, "You'll definitely be able to do that."It was a surgery that lasted for 16 hours. I was drenched in sweat all over my back as I opened the chest, performed the surgery, and finished the sutures—each step was executed perfectly. I finally breathed a sigh of relief and let out a satisfied smile once the suturing w

It showed an oncology diagnostic report for Matthew Sullivan. In the diagnosis section, a few words were clearly written—Glioblastoma Multiforme, Stage 4, commonly referred to as end-stage brain cancer. In the bottom right of the report, the doctor's messy signature was accompanied by an assessment. "He has a life expectancy estimated at no more than three months." In that instant, everyone in the hall fell into a deathly silence. That diagnostic report left everyone frozen, their minds reeling. They found it hard to believe that the world-class surgeon who had once pulled a 72-hour shift and performed legendary medical miracles had been living under a death sentence the whole time.Wanda stumbled, gripping the podium to stay upright. She couldn't look away from the screen as a crushing pain seized her chest, making it impossible to breathe. She remembered pointing directly at me, accusing me of being obsessed with power. She recalled herself saying, "You truly disgust me, Matthew

Wanda's focus narrowed entirely on Harvey as he cowered on the floor. She wiped the blood from her lips as she slowly crouched before him. She didn't scream or demand answers; her voice was eerily steady. She reached out to stroke his terror-stricken face with a tenderness that was deeply unsettling as she whispered, "You're the one who really changed, Harvey."Harvey finally snapped. He let out a piercing scream, sobbing hysterically. "I did it all for you, Wanda! It was all Matthew's fault! He stole everything that was supposed to be mine—your love and the position as the chief of the department! I just wanted to get back what was mine! What did I do wrong, Wanda?"Wanda stood up and gazed down at him, her eyes devoid of life. "You're right. You're not the one in the wrong—I am. I'm the one who brought a monster into my life. I'm the one who can't see the difference between good and bad. I'm the one who personally killed my husband."She then raised her hand and delivered a stin