His Mistress Had HIV,So He Locked His Ex-Wife in a MorgueChapter 1
The day I went into labor, Rhys Abbott was cheating on me.
Throughout my entire postpartum confinement, he jetted around the globe with that woman, showering her with every luxury money could buy.
When he finally returned, he brought me a divorce agreement.
"Sophie doesn't like being called a homewrecker all the time, so I need to end this marriage."
"Just sign it. I waited until your recovery period was over before giving this to you—consider that my courtesy."
"I don't want the child anyway. Keep her as a memento. Sophie will give me children later."
I didn't say a word. I picked up the pen and signed.
I couldn't afford to delay even a second longer—not when the man I truly loved was waiting for me.
Three months later, I was pulled from my own wedding by an emergency call from the hospital.
A female patient had ruptured her corpus luteum during particularly vigorous intercourse. Worse, because she'd been sleeping with multiple partners simultaneously, she'd developed severe complications requiring immediate surgery.
I pushed open the door to the operating room—and what a coincidence.
Lying on that surgical table was none other than my ex-husband's fiancée.
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I glanced down at the patient chart to confirm the name.
Sophie Pruitt.
Before my divorce from Rhys, I'd heard that name countless times from his lips. He called her "Sophie," always with such tender devotion it dripped from every syllable.
I'd imagined he must have found some perfect, transcendent love.
This was what that looked like.
I thought back to the day I gave birth. The labor had turned dangerous—hemorrhaging, doctors shouting for family members to be contacted.
But Rhys's phone went straight to voicemail. Every single time.
Meanwhile, photos of him and Sophie wrapped around each other outside luxury hotels flooded every tabloid.
With the Abbott family's resources, he could have buried those photos in an instant if he'd wanted to.
The fact that he didn't made the message clear: he was done hiding her.
He was ready to make her his wife.
When I finally regained consciousness after nearly dying, Rhys appeared at last.
Impatience flickered across his face. "Leonora Simmons, why do you insist on making yourself so pathetic?"
"You used to be a top student. You're a doctor, for God's sake. Did you really have to go through with having this baby?"