They smiled at each other and the press captured it perfectly.
The photo made headlines the next day:
"Cardiology Experts Irene Wells and Her Husband Appear at Major Medical Launch"
“A Love as Brilliant as Their Work—True Partners in Science and in Life.”
She reposted that headline, adding only five words: “New drug launch. Very happy.”
But she said nothing—not one word—about the reporter's error calling Henry her husband.
The comment section was filled with praise.
People called them a “perfect match,” congratulated them on their work, on their love.
A few dared to question it:
“Dr. Wells, isn’t this a bit inappropriate?”
But those comments vanished almost immediately.
I read through everything calmly, took screenshots and sent them to my lawyer.
Maybe it was because I wasn’t reacting at all. No anger. No accusations. Just silence. So they started to feel bored.
And that’s when someone sent me a secretly recorded video.
In the dressing room, Henry had his lower body completely exposed. Irene, her face flushed, was holding a cotton swab, tending to a spot near the top of his thigh.
Henry let out a soft moan.
“Dr. Wells, it hurts… maybe you should just use your fingers?”
Irene swallowed hard and tossed the cotton swab aside.
The video cut off at that moment.
The person who sent it to me added a cheeky emoji.
[Don’t misunderstand, Mr. Carter. They’re just changing a dressing.]
I replied calmly, [I won’t.]
Whatever they were doing, it didn’t matter. They would be going to Africa together soon enough.
On the seventh day after my children passed, I decorated the house entirely in a Disney princess theme.
That had been their biggest dream once: To go to Disneyland as a family of four.
If they could spend their birthday there, it would’ve been perfect.
So this year, I made sure they could. Even if it was just in spirit.
But every time I brought it up, Irene would snap at me, “I already have to do dozens of surgeries a day — I’m exhausted. How could I have time to waste going on trips with you all?”
She always said she was too busy to take the children to Disneyland.
But just because Henry said he wanted to go, she skipped work and spent an entire day at Disneyland with him.
My children came into this world with such difficulty. They never got to visit Disneyland. So at the very least, they deserved one birthday party they would’ve loved.