If David were a stranger, I suppose I should have been grateful to him for saving my life and our baby's.But he wasn't a stranger. He was my husband. The father of my child.I couldn't summon a single drop of gratitude.After all these years, the illusion was finally shattered. I realized I had never truly felt his love.All I had were his rigid, icy rules.Wendy, on the other hand, still held a high opinion of him."Sure, he's a bit of a stone wall," she told me earlier with a light laugh. "But at least he listens to reason. “If he steps out of line again, I’ll just handle him for you."I closed my eyes. No thanks. It's over.---Later that afternoon, the Chief of Surgery dropped by to check on me.David wasn't with him. The second I was out of danger, he had rushed straight back to his shift.The Chief wanted to defend him, but after a long pause, all he could offer was a weary sigh. "He's just built that way, Nora. He's young, and he's terrified of ruining hi
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