My Husband Cheated With the Poor Student I Sponsored
Lily Thornton was the underprivileged student I'd sponsored for a full ten years.
From middle school through college, I covered every penny of her tuition and living expenses.
I treated her like my own little sister.
When she was diagnosed with a rare disease, I even begged my husband, Graham Forsythe -- Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery -- to personally operate on her.
But on the day of her college graduation ceremony.
I went to her apartment early to surprise her.
And found Graham pressing her into the sofa, tenderly kissing her slightly swollen belly.
"Graham, if Serena finds out about our baby, do you think she'll cut off my medication?"
Graham pulled her into his arms, his voice laced with that condescending patience of his.
"Don't worry. Serena is the kind of woman who's so rational she's practically cold-blooded. She'd never understand the soul-deep connection we share -- two people saving each other."
"But to protect my reputation as department chief, she'll fall in line."
"Once I get that one-of-a-kind clinical trial slot for the new drug, I'll divorce her and give you and the baby a real home."
I stood outside the door, staring at the freshly stamped Phase-I clinical trial authorization in my hand.
I didn't push the door open. I didn't make a scene.
I simply, with perfect calm, tore it to shreds and dropped the pieces into the trash can beside me.
Graham Forsythe.
You couldn't have imagined this in your wildest dreams.
That clinical trial slot your entire hospital had pulled every string to secure.
Its lead research scientist was none other than your wife. The one you mocked for being so rational she was cold-blooded.