The Surgeon's Wife He Threw Away

Five months pregnant, the prenatal scan flagged a suspected congenital heart defect in my baby.

I sent the report to my husband, the head of cardiothoracic surgery.

The man who usually took ages to reply answered in a heartbeat this time：

*Do you even need to ask? You don't have an ounce of common sense about having a healthy baby.*

I couldn't bear to let the child go, so I asked him to look at the report more carefully.

He only grew impatient：

*Who told you to be in such a rush to get pregnant?*