They Tried to Burn Me Down, So I Let Them Burn Instead

During my annual checkup, the doctor found an ovarian cyst. She said it was nothing serious and suggested we monitor it at the next follow-up.

But my husband disagreed. He frowned and insisted I have surgery.

"Better safe than sorry. What if it gets worse? Trust me, Summer — let's just get it taken care of. I'll feel a lot better knowing you did."

Hard to say no to that kind of concern, so I ended up on the operating table. What I didn't expect was that the surgeon would be my husband's childhood sweetheart.