He Chose His Mistress Over Me,Until She Murdered His MotherChapter 1

I was vacationing with my mom in the Maldives when a photo arrived from my husband Clay Farley's intern—a woman splayed open on an operating table, her chest cavity cracked wide, organs exposed.

It came with a voice message, dripping with venom:

"Dorothy Simmons, your trashy little relative sure thinks she's something special. Is everyone from your backwater town this shameless about mooching off others?"

"Dr. Farley just got promoted to attending physician, and you send your freeloader of a mother to leech off his hospital? As Dr. Farley's favorite intern, I have every right to handle problems on his behalf."

"I could crack a chest open one-handed. She made a perfect practice case. Only shame is wasting a perfectly good operating table on some nobody old hag. Complete waste of medical resources. This is what your mother gets for faking sick to mooch off people!"

I froze. My eyes lifted to the woman sitting across from me. My mom was right there, perfectly fine.