My Fiancée Let His Secretary Cut Me—Now I Let the World See Them Crumble

I was in the middle of drafting a confidential medical report when a sharp, stabbing pain shot through my left eye. My vision blurred instantly—washed out in a haze of blood-red.

Clutching my eye, I rushed into the best private hospital in town, desperate for immediate help. But just as I reached the operating room, a woman in full glam makeup blocked my way, practically reeking of expensive perfume and attitude.

Trying not to collapse from the dizziness, I held up my emergency admission slip. Trying not to collapse from the dizziness, I held up my emergency admission slip.