My Husband used me for Money, so I returned the Favor

I was lying in a hospital bed, my hands wrapped in gauze and my career as a neurosurgeon destroyed, when I heard my husband, Aiden, whispering with the sister of the man who stabbed me.

“You can’t let her send my brother to jail! And we should end this affair together!” Amber hissed while I feigned sleep. “I’m tired of being your secret, Aiden! I’m tired of hiding in the shadows when I don’t deserve this anymore.”

“Don’t say that,” Aiden replied, his voice tender. “You know why I married her. It was my mother’s dying wish. I regret it every day because it has always been you.