“So, you’re divorcing my brother?
What, did your mom’s death scramble your brains?”
“My brother’s a board-certified physician. If you divorce him, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
A board-certified physician?
I laughed mockingly. That title wouldn’t last long.
“I spent all night talking him out of divorcing you.
Now pick up the phone and apologize to him.
Men having a little fling outside—that’s normal. Stop being so petty.”
I ignored her entirely.
Had she forgotten how her brother even got his position at the hospital?
It was me who pulled every string, paid every favor, and begged every connection to get him the job.
My parents had even swallowed their pride to call in favors and get him into a top hospital for advanced training.
That’s how Ethan gained his early fame as a star neurologist.
