My Husband Operated on Me for 18 Hours… So I Left Him
Ivy Wordsworth
Thanks to a car accident, I've suffered from a severe injury in my head, leaving me with one foot in my grave.
My husband, Andrew Rollins who's known for being an extremely talented doctor, serves as my primary surgeon. He conducts a surgery on me that lasts for 18 hours straight just so he can wrench my life from Death's cold fingers.
But the first thing I do after I wake up is tell him, "Let's get divorced, Andrew."
His eyes become bloodshot immediately. "Tess, I just saved your life, and yet the first thing you want is a divorce? Is it because I've been too busy with my work at the hospital that it cuts down on the time I get to spend with you?"
I frown deeply. "It's precisely due to the fact that you've saved me that I must file for a divorce. That's the only way I can help you uphold your title as an extremely talented doctor."
My older family members are quick to advise me. "Andrew is such an amazing husband. Not only is he a family man, but he also loves you with all his heart. Why must you insist on getting a divorce? Are you tired of living a great life with Andrew?"
Whoever has the gall to advise me will receive a rebuttal from me, no questions asked.
"If you think he's such a prized man, you can have him after the divorce."
Because of that, everyone is pissed at me. "Go ahead with the divorce, then! You'd better not regret your decision in the future!"
I mumble under my breath, "Oh, I regret it alright… I regret not divorcing him sooner."