My Marriage Died in the Operating Room1

On the day Bryson Lundeberg and I were supposed to celebrate our anniversary, my mother went into surgery.

I thought everything was under control. But I never imagined that a procedure with a ninety percent success rate would fail.

That left mom comatose.

At first, I wanted to call it an accident. But when I came home late that night, I overheard the truth.

“Bryson, what you did for me… I’m really grateful. If it weren’t for you, I might already be in jail. But I swear I never meant for Hedy’s mom to be in danger…” Debbii Parmelee murmured.

Her voice sounded a little flirty, her body leaning against Bryson.

Without any restraint, he pulled her into his arms.

“What happened was not your fault, to begin with. You had good intentions in giving Hedy’s mom that medicine. She ran into trouble in surgery because her body couldn’t hold up. It’s not on you, okay?” he replied, patting her head to soothe her.

I froze in place, listening as they bantered about my mom like it was entertainment.

Only after hearing everything did I understand why my mom had fallen into a coma.