This Life, Their Regret Is My Justice
After a full week of night shifts, I make a fatal mistake—injecting my son, Ricky Lambert, with phenobarbital, mistaking it for an antibiotic.
The injection stops his breathing instantly, and the hospital soon declares him brain-dead.
My husband, Terence Lambert, completely falls apart when he hears the news. The only thing that calms him is holding his nephew, Ryan Lambert, who looks so much like Ricky.
So, I give up my transfer to Harborstone to Wendy Larson, my brother-in-law's wife. I even agree to adopt her son.
Because of that mistake, I work hard and endure Terence's coldness day after day without a word of complaint.
Ten years later, when Wendy returns home a success, that's when I accidentally overhear her speaking with Terence.
"Back then, to help me get residency at Harborstone, you swapped the medicine and killed your own son. Do you really not regret it?"
Terence sneers. "Of course not. I promised I'd help you rise above the rest. And I know Rosalie too well. If she knows there is a chance to go back to Harborstone, she'll fight you for it to the bitter end.
"I have to use Ricky's death to trap her for good. It also gives me the perfect excuse to make her raise our son, so you can focus on your career without any burden."
I can't believe what I'm hearing. I run out the door and accidentally fall into a raging river.
When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the very day the hospital declares Ricky dead.