“Ms. Franklin, I’m sorry, but there’s a problem with the kidney…” The voice on the other end made me grip the phone tightly.

“What do you mean?! Didn’t you say the surgery was scheduled for next week? How can there suddenly be a problem?!” I exclaimed, my voice rising in disbelief and anger.

The caller hesitated, realizing things were not as straightforward as they seemed. I hung up furiously and stormed toward the director's office.

The door burst open, and I froze in shock.

The man, who had always been aloof and dignified, was my husband of three years. He was sitting on a leather sofa, holding a beautiful woman...