Severed Scalpel: The Surgeon's Vengeance

I personally operated on the underprivileged student my husband sponsored.

Never did I imagine that my hands—revered across the medical world—would meet their Waterloo. A catastrophic surgical error occurred.

The scholarship student was left brain-damaged.

To make me atone, my husband severed the tendons in my wrists and had my medical license revoked.

He even forced me to get a caregiver certificate so I could wait on her hand and foot, tending to her every daily need.

I threw myself into atonement, cooking three meals a day, slaving away like a beast of burden.