My Lawyer Boyfriend Defended the Man Who Took My Scalpel

We carried on a secret relationship for seven years. Our marriage registration failed eighteen times.

The nineteenth time, I thought the suffering was finally over—that my boyfriend and I would at last walk into marriage together.

Instead, what waited for me was near death.

I was the youngest genius ophthalmologist in Cleveland, someone the entire medical field had placed enormous hopes on.

But that day, a fruit knife pierced straight through my palm. Blood poured everywhere, and from that moment on, I could no longer hold a surgical scalpel.