Loving Him Was Malpractice

With a hand that once wielded a scalpel, I saved Nathan's life.

In five years, he turned me from his wife into a shell of my former self.

On the anniversary of my brother Ryan's passing, he brought his new lover home.

I knelt on broken glass, slapping myself, begging him for money to save my parents. All I got was a check that bought out my dignity.

It was too late.

Unable to afford medical bills, my parents died tragically in a foreign country.

When the fire consumed everything in the villa, I finally understood.

Loving him was the greatest surgical error of my life.