His Mistress Had HIV,So He Locked His Ex-Wife in a Morgue

Rhys's voice reached me like a final verdict. "Leonora, when you learn to behave, I'll let you out."

"Otherwise, you'll stay in there forever."

My consciousness started to scatter. The cold had frozen me into complete stillness.

I forced out my last shred of awareness. "Rhys... let me out..."

But he simply turned away, Sophie still cradled in his arms.

Just before they could leave, the corridor door slammed open with a deafening crash.

Head Nurse Elaine Porter burst in clutching a stack of lab reports, her voice sharp with urgency. "Sophie Pruitt's HIV test came back positive! Every instrument from the operating room must be destroyed immediately!"

She slapped the reports down on the nearest surface, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. "You've all been exposed to her blood! Get to post-exposure treatment NOW—wait any longer and it'll be too late!"

Rhys's hand froze mid-air. The color drained from his face in an instant. "What did you say?! That's impossible!"