The surgeon froze. The scalpel hovered awkwardly in the air.I stared at Evelyn Pritchard's retreating back until she disappeared from sight. Then, I swallowed the pain in my chest and said quietly, "Keep going."Six years together. Three years married. And somehow, none of it mattered more than a boy she had known for six months, Thomas Carter.When they wheeled me out of surgery, Dad rushed over, his face tight with worry.He asked about me first. Once he knew I was stable, the anger broke through."Evelyn always seemed so dependable. How could she walk out in the middle of your surgery because of one phone call? What could possibly matter more than staying with her husband through an operation?"I let out a humorless laugh. "Dad, Evelyn's in love with someone else. I want a divorce."The anger froze on his face.He stood there for a long moment, his eyes reddening. In the end, he only reached out and wiped the sweat from my forehead."Whatever you want to do, I'm with y
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