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“Dr. Hale, do you want some of this? It’s the fruit my man personally cut for me!”
“Dr. Hale, how about some fresh juice? My man went out and bought it just for me!”
I knew she was doing this on purpose, trying to get under my skin.
But I wasn’t about to waste my time on her. If they kept this up, though, I would have no
choice but to file for divorce.
Just as I was mulling over these thoughts, I saw Nathaniel walk in carrying the lunch he’d made for me.
When he saw me, his expression immediately soured.
He quickly recovered, offering an explanation. “I brought you lunch. I heard you were doing rounds, so I thought I’d drop by.”
His words were so forced, I couldn’t even stand to hear them. “Really? You think I could
eat while I’m doing rounds? Or were you planning to give this lunch to that ‘friend‘ of yours who’s just lost her baby?”
Nathaniel shot me a look of irritation. “Enough with this personal stuff! Don’t drag other
people into it. You’ve gone too far.”
I was done with him. It was clear his heart wasn’t with me anymore–everything he did now was just to please Isabelle.
“Do whatever you want. I don’t care anymore.” I gathered my paperwork and turned to
leave, but Nathaniel stepped in front of me, his face full of frustration.
“Apologize.”
I was stunned. I had no idea what he was talking about.
“Apologize? For what?” I couldn’t believe he was demanding an apology. Was he asking
me to apologize to that woman?
Nathaniel looked at me with disgust, clearly angry. “What you said was uncalled for. You need to apologize to Isabelle. We’re just friends, okay? I came here to check on her as a
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Nathaniel looked at me with disgust, clearly angry. “What you said was uncalled for. You need to apologize to Isabelle. We’re just friends okay? I came here to check on her as a friend, and you humiliated her. Don’t you think that’s ridiculous?”
For a moment, I almost thought maybe I had misunderstood things. If I hadn’t caught them in the act that night, I might have believed him.
“Oh, please, don’t make her apologize. I’m fine! It’s just a misunderstanding, really,” Isabelle chimed in with her sugary tone, pretending to brush it off.
I was so disgusted by her words, but I didn’t want to get caught up in any more drama. I turned to leave without saying another word.
Nathaniel didn’t stop me. It seemed like he knew there was no point in arguing further–it was better to spend time with his little girlfriend than waste it on me.
Back in my office, I accessed the hospital’s system and pulled up Isabelle’s records.
I was shocked to find out that Nathaniel and Isabelle were both from the same small
town. Under her occupation, it said, “Unemployed.”
It seemed she was just another unemployed person from a small town.
As I thought about it, my stomach churned. This private hospital was known for catering
to wealthy clients, and I highly doubted someone without a job could afford to stay there.
The truth hit me hard–Nathaniel was the one footing the bill for her stay.
The idea of him spending our shared money on this woman made my blood boil.
His affair had crossed a line, and I wasn’t going to put up with it. Divorce was already on my mind.
Nathaniel’s financial situation was nothing compared to mine..The house and the car- both mine. But since all of this was acquired after we got married, it was considered marital property. I wasn’t going to let him walk away with what was rightfully mine.
So, I contacted a private investigator.
Even though I knew he was cheating. I didn’t have concrete proof. Once I had the
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Even though I knew he was cheating, I didn’t have concrete proof. Once I had the evidence, I would have enough to prove he was cheating and make sure he left with
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When I finished everything, I realized it was time for my rounds.
I hurriedly grabbed the patient files and went from room to room.
By the time I reached Isabelle’s room, I was a minute late.
As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw Isabelle’s smug expression. She glanced at me
coldly and then shook the timer in her hand.
“Dr. Hale, you’re late,” Isabelle said, her voice dripping with smugness as she put her phone down and leaned back against the wall.” was timing you. Didn’t expect to witness your tardiness.”
I ignored her and quickly finished my checkup before turning to leave.
Talking to that woman was a waste of time. I couldn’t stand seeing her act so
self–important.
As soon as I finished my rounds and was about to sit down to write my notes, I got a call
from the hospital director, asking me to come to his office.
When I arrived, I found the director looking less than pleased.
“Dr. Hale, I know you’re passionate about your work, but you really need to be more mindful of your timing. We had a complaint from a patient about you being late for your rounds. We’ve always been very strict about these things to ensure the best experience for our patients,” he said, glancing at me. “Why don’t you take a few days off? Once this patient is discharged, you can return to work.”
I didn’t argue. I just nodded and left.
The director probably sensed my mood and wisely chose not to push the matter further.
As I was leaving his office, I heard shouting coming from Isabelle’s room.
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The director probably sensed my mood and wisely chose not to push the matter further,
As I was leaving his office, I heard shouting coming from Isabelle’s room.
“Dr. Hale is so unprofessional! Doesn’t even care about the patients. Can anyone just be a doctor these days? She can’t even keep her scheduled rounds, and she’s late by a whole minute. Doesn’t she have any respect for us patients?”
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I didn’t even flinch. I turned and walked away, unaffected. People around me could tell
she was just stirring up trouble, and no one bothered to step in.
Now I understood why the director wanted me to take some time off. He probably realized there was a personal conflict between Isabelle and me and didn’t want to escalate
the situation.
A hospital didn’t want a drama queen like her causing trouble.
So, I spent the next few days at home. I had planned to sit down with Nathaniel and have
a serious talk.
We had been through so much together, and if we broke up over this, it would be such a
waste.
Even though I was mentally prepared to divorce him, I still hesitated whenever I saw the
little house we had built together.
No matter what, I wanted to at least have a conversation with Nathaniel. If he
never make these mistakes again, maybe I could forgive him.
But after three days at home, I hadn’t seen him once.
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He didn’t even know I was back.
It felt so ironic that I couldn’t help but call a colleague to check if he was at the hospital.
The answer was clear. Not only did my colleague send me a picture of Nathaniel, but they also filled me in on what had been going on.
It turned out Nathaniel and Isabelle had been inseparable these past few days. eating
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It felt so ironic that I couldn’t help but call a colleague to check if he was at the hospital.
The answer was clear. Not only did my colleague send me a picture of Nathaniel, but they also filled me in on what had been going on.
It turned out Nathaniel and Isabelle had been inseparable these past few days, eating,
sleeping, and staying together in the same room.
Some people at the hospital even commented on how lucky Isabelle was, thinking
Nathaniel was such a devoted man.
My colleagues didn’t know the full story between Nathaniel and me, but they had an
instinctive sense that something was off about Isabelle.
“That woman looks so smug. It’s hard not to think she’s a homewrecker,” one of them
said.
I couldn’t help but laugh. I wasn’t sure if they were just venting their frustration for me or genuinely disliked Isabelle.
But regardless, hearing their comments made me feel better.
“I think she’ll be discharged soon,” my colleague added. “You should get yourself ready to
come back to work.”
I nodded, thanked them, and hung up the phone.
The private investigator quickly sent me the results of his work. He’d taken videos and
photos that clearly showed Nathaniel was cheating.
That evening, I received a call from the hospital.
A patient had injured themselves during sex and urgently needed surgery. They asked if I could come in to help.
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That evening, I received a call from the hospital.
A patient had injured themselves during sex and urgently needed surgery. They asked if I
could come in to help.
When I saw the patient’s condition, I couldn’t help but smirk. I put on my mask and completed the surgery.
The patient never looked up, probably out of embarrassment. If he had, he’d have
recognized that the doctor working on him was his wife.
But he didn’t know that his world was about to be turned upside down.
After Nathaniel was moved to the ward, I left without exposing him.
The next day, I called Nathaniel.
“Where have you been? You haven’t been home for days. Where are you?” I asked, trying
to sound casual.
Nathaniel stammered, clearly caught off guard, “I… I went on a business trip. I forgot to
tell you. It was an urgent company assignment.”
I was about to tease him, but then I received another update from the investigator. I lost
all interest in playing games with him.
I said a few quick words, then hung up, and opened the video the investigator had sent. To my shock, Nathaniel wasn’t just involved with Isabelle. He had another woman on the
side.
This woman was actually more attractive than Isabelle, and I guessed that Nathaniel must have known Isabelle had trouble getting pregnant, so he found a “backup“.
Watching their intimate videos made my stomach turn, but I had to endure it to get all the
information.
“When are you going to marry me? I don’t want to be the other woman,” the woman said.
Nathaniel’s voice was soft as be soothed her “I’ll be a widower soor Once that woman is
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“When are you going to marry me? I don’t want to be the other woman, the woman said.
Nathaniel’s voice was soft as he soothed her. “I’ll be a widower soon. Once that woman is
out of the picture, everything she has will be mine. Divorce is better than separation. At least I won’t have to share anything with her. When Catherine is gone, I’ll marry you, I
promise.”
Hearing that conversation made me feel almost absurd. So, I was supposed to die this
year? I wasn’t aware of that.
I gathered all the evidence and handed it over to the investigator, asking him to prepare everything for a lawsuit at the right time.
The advantage of hiring a private investigator is that I didn’t have to worry about anything. They’d take care of all the details for me.
Once everything was ready, Nathaniel came back.
I instinctively glanced at Nathaniel’s injury, but quickly averted my gaze.
I couldn’t be bothered to waste time talking to him. The permanent damage to his erectile
tissue was serious, and he might never be able to have sex again. I couldn’t help but
wonder if he’d still be so enthusiastic about his affairs now.
When Nathaniel came back, he greeted me with obvious enthusiasm, his face breaking
into a radiant smile.
I sat on the side, feeling irritated, and not wanting to engage with him.
Normally, given his temper, he would’ve already been upset, but surprisingly, there was no trace of frustration on his face. Instead, he went into the kitchen to pour me a glass of
milk.
“Hey, I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. I really shouldn’t have. From now on, I’ll treat you better. Please don’t be mad at me, okay?”
In the past, those words would’ve melted me, and I probably would’ve forgiven him right away, convincing myself that he was sincere.
But today. I had no interest in any of it.
I sat on the side, feeling irritated, and not wanting to engage with him.
Normally, given his temper, he would’ve already been upset, but surprisingly, there was no trace of frustration on his face. Instead, he went into the kitchen to pour me a glass of
milk.
“Hey, I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. I really shouldn’t have. From now on, I’ll treat you better. Please don’t be mad at me, okay?”
In the past, those words would’ve melted me, and I probably would’ve forgiven him right away, convincing myself that he was sincere.
But today, I had no interest in any of it.
“Why don’t you go wash up first? I’m going to drink the milk and get some rest,” I said, not adding anything else, simply holding the glass of milk.
Seeing what I was doing, Nathaniel nodded and went off to wash up.
Just as I was about to drink the milk, I noticed it had a strange odor. It seemed to have
gone bad.
That was when I remembered–it was the milk I bought a few days ago. After sitting in the
fridge for so long, it was bound to spoil.
I didn’t drink it. Instead, I poured it down the drain, washed the glass, and went back to
the room.
As soon as Nathaniel entered, he smiled at me brightly. “Did you drink the milk?”
I was about to tell him it had gone bad, but then I stopped myself. Why was he suddenly
being so kind and attentive about the milk? The way he was acting–checking if I drank it, making sure it was heated up–seemed off.
Maybe I was being paranoid, but something about it didn’t sit right with me.
“I drank it,” I replied, pulling the blanket over myself. “Let’s get some rest.”
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“I drank it,” I replied, pulling the blanket over myself. “Let’s get some rest.
Nathaniel’s face lit up with a huge smile. He nodded, satisfied, and climbed into bed beside me, quickly falling asleep.
Thinking back to what I had heard Nathaniel say in the video, I felt å knot tightened in my stomach. Could he be scheming?
I regretted pouring the milk out. If I had kept it, I could’ve tested it.
The next morning, Nathaniel came over with another glass of milk.
“Good morning, I made you some fresh milk. Hurry up and drink it. I have to go to work.”
I nodded, pretending to be obedient, and took the glass from him.
Nathaniel changed his shoes and waved as he headed for the door. “I’ll see you later,” he
said and then left.
As soon as he was gone, I quickly contacted the detective and had the milk tested.
If the milk was clean, everything would be fine. But if there was something wrong with it… that could be dangerous.
By the afternoon, the detective had sent me the results. My heart sank when I saw the report on the table.
Nathaniel had poisoned the milk with a slow–acting toxin.
If I continued drinking it, my health would deteriorate, and the cause of death would be undetectable.
I felt a wave of panic and anger. This man was ruthless. After all these years, I never imagined he’d be capable of such cruelty.
But then it made sense–if we got a divorce, I’d take half of everything. He’d lose the house, the car, everything. Maybe even his lover would leave him.
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But then it made sense–if we got a divorce, I’d take half of everything. He’d lose the house, the car, everything. Maybe even his lover would leave him.
But if I died, he’d get everything without needing to split anything.
The realization hit me hard. My mood turned heavy, and I immediately instructed the detective to help me file a police report.
“Help me file a report, and gather all the evidence for a lawsuit, I said, my voice flat with
exhaustion.
I was completely done with Nathaniel. As a doctor, I should’ve been prepared for anything, but I never imagined someone close to me would try to poison me.
It was almost ironic.
I fought the urge to call Nathaniel and confront him. Instead, I left the copy of the toxicology report on the table and sat on the couch, waiting for him to return.
Before long, Nathaniel came home, holding a fresh carton of milk in his hands.
He waved excitedly as he entered.
“I passed by the store and picked up a fresh bottle of milk,” he said, grinning. “The shopkeeper said it’s just arrived today. I thought you’d like it. How thoughtful of me, right?”
I smiled and nodded.
“You’re not drinking any? You’re just going to let me have it all?”
Nathaniel’s smile faltered, and he quickly tried to come up with an excuse.
“You know I don’t like the taste of milk. I know it’s nutritious, but that smell… I just can’t stand it. But you promised to try for a baby, right? You need to drink it.”
His words were so rehearsed that I almost laughed out loud. It was all too convenient.
I couldn’t hold back and let out a bitter chuckle.
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puzzled. He went into the kitchen, poured me a glass of milk, and even heated it up for me.
When he handed it to me, I took it and passed it back to him.
“You drink it,” I said with a smile. “Since we’re trying for a baby, we both need to do our part. If I drink it alone, it won’t help. As a doctor I know that better than you.”
Nathaniel stood there, staring at the glass in my hand. He hesitated, not reaching for it.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his discomfort.
“What’s wrong? You bought the milk, but now you’re afraid to drink it?”
Nathaniel didn’t quite get it, but he awkwardly replied, “I told you I don’t like milk. There are many other ways for men to prepare for a baby, like exercising. I really don’t need to
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His attempts to explain only made me roll my eyes. I actually chuckled.
“Not because this milk is poisoned?”
The moment my words fell, Nathaniel’s eyes widened in shock. He jumped to his feet, staring at me with pure terror.
“How… how did you know?”
His expression was unsettling, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was facing some kind of
monster.
“How could I not know?”
I placed the milk down on the table, my gaze flickering with disdain. I even took out the toxicology report, slamming it down in front of him.
“I even know that you and Isabelle had sex at the hospital. I know you told another mistress you wanted to kill me. I always thought our relationship was solid. Even when you cheated and wanted a divorce, I never imagined you would go this far. But now, it’s clear I underestimated you. You’re far more malicious than I ever thought.”
Maybe my words stung him because Nathaniel angrily shoved everything off the table.
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cheated and wanted à divorce, I never imagined you would go this far. But now, it’s clear I underestimated you. You’re far more malicious than I ever thought.”
Maybe my words stung him, because Nathaniel angrily shoved everything off the table.
“Well, since you already knew, why act all innocent? You’re just playing games with me, aren’t you?”
He was furious now, eyes filled with rage. “Yeah, I have two mistresses, so what? They’re better than you–more skilled and more understanding. I can’t even begin to describe how happy I am with them! Do you have any idea how hard it is to live with someone like you? You make more money than me, you’re better than me in every way, and I can’t stand it for one second!”
I was taken aback by his reason for cheating–he felt pressured by my success? It was such a ridiculous and pathetic excuse that I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Before we even met, my salary was higher than yours, and I had more accomplishments. So why did you choose me in the first place? Was it for my money? This house was bought with my money, and the car too. Without me, would you even have any of this?”
I wasn’t trying to insult him, but these were the facts. I never looked down on him, nor did I ever intend to humiliate him. If I had, I could’ve easily found a thousand ways to make him
feel small.
“Without me, you’d have nothing. You’re nothing but a useless failure, pretending to be something you’re not. You think killing me will get you all this? Ha, dream on. You’re the one who cheated, so you’ll be the one leaving with nothing, and I’m going to make you pay for your emotional damage.”
I said it all in one breath, feeling a weight lift off me as the words left my mouth. The
sense of revenge felt… amazing.
Nathaniel, hearing this, completely lost it. His face twisted with rage, and he looked like he wanted to strangle me.
“You bitch! You’re trying to take everything from me!”
In a blind fury, he lunged at me, grabbing my throat, intent on choking me to death.
I struggled fiercely and kicked him hard in the groin.
He yelped in pain and fell backward, tumbling off the couch.
I looked down at him coldly, not feeling an ounce of pity, and threw some more fuel on the fire. “I did your surgery, Nathaniel. I know you’re never going to be able to have kids. I’m dying to see how your ‘understanding‘ mistresses are going to treat you now!”
That sent him into a complete meltdown. He charged at me, pinning me down and shoving the milk toward my mouth, trying to force it down.
I fought with everything I had, and just as it seemed like he was going to succeed, the sound of a door unlocking broke through the chaos.
Nathaniel didn’t notice, too consumed by rage. He was still trying to pour the poisoned
milk into my mouth.
Within moments, several officers rushed in, tackling him to the ground.
The detective rushed to my side, pulling me up. “Sir, this milk is poisoned. He’s trying to
kill her!”
I hadn’t drunk the milk. I was on the couch, gagging and spitting, trying to get the awful taste out of my mouth, drinking water as fast as I could.
Nathaniel, now pinned to the floor, seemed to snap back to reality. He stared, wide–eyed, as the officer slapped cuffs on him. His eyes turned to me, filled with panic.
“Baby, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please, forgive me! I wasn’t thinking, I swear Hove you! Let’s start over, okay? Let’s rebuild our life. I promise I’ll never mess around again. I’ll be faithful
to you!”
I looked at him with nothing but contempt, smiling coldly.
“Your promises don’t mean anything. You’ve already proved what kind of man you are. It’s bad enough having one mistress, but two? You think you’re so special?”
My words cut through him. He struggled, attempting to kneet before me, begging for my
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“Your promises don’t mean anything. You’ve already proved what kind of man you are. It’s bad enough having one mistress, but two? You think you’re so special?”
My words cut through him. He struggled, attempting to kneel before me, begging for my forgiveness. But the officers weren’t having it–they dragged him off without hesitation.
As I watched the chaos unfold, I felt a wave of relief wash over me.
Finally, it was over. I no longer had to live in constant fear, dealing with this man and all
the emotional toll he caused.
Half a month later, I received two judgment letters.
One was for Nathaniel–guilty of attempted murder, bigamy, and a long list of other
charges.
The two women who had ruined my marriage also faced penalties, though theirs were
light.
But Nathaniel? He’d be in prison for the rest of his life.
With the divorce papers in hand, I sold the house and the car and bought a new place for myself. For the first time, I felt like I was living the life I was meant to.
A few months later, I got a message from the detective. They were still keeping tabs on
Isabelle.
She had been sentenced to house arrest and went back to her small hometown, where
she was trying to find a simple man to marry. But because she was now infertile, she ended up marrying a worthless thug.
I couldn’t help but feel that she was getting exactly what she deserved.
No matter who you are, the most important thing is to love and respect yourself. If you don’t care about your own worth, how can you expect others to respect you?
The bastard got what was coming to him, and as for me, a good life was just beginning. I vowed that from that moment on, I would always choose the right people to trust.
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