My husband Lucian Drake is the best heart surgeon in the state.
But he and his intern used the wrong anesthesia dosage, and KILLED our twin sons.
His hand landed on my shoulder, “We can always have more.”
Then he grabbed his suitcase and left. Emergency consultation, he said. Took HER with him. Flew to Los Angeles.
That night, they watched fireworks at Disneyland. Celebrating her “first solo case.” Meanwhile, I was on my knees, clutching two small urns, sobbing so hard I couldn’t breathe.
The next morning, I put both their names on the overseas assignment list.
Reason: Gross medical negligence.
Why should these two assholes who killed my children get to smile like that?
He wants to protect her? Then they can go to HELL together.
My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 04 Before I could react, a new call came in. Unknown number. I picked up. It was Lucian. He launched into it immediately—no hello, no warning. “Are you out of your mind?! You know I’m up for full professor next month, right?!
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My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 03 I scrolled through the comments. Mira had replied to every single one that insulted me with a smiling cat emoji. Under Lucian’s “Don’t be scared” comment, she dropped a kissy face. Then the doorbell rang. Courier. He handed me a manila
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My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 02 Ten seconds. Lucian sent a question mark. I didn’t answer. He messaged again. [I’ll have the divorce papers sent over. If you want to make a scene, fine. We’re done.] I typed one word: [Fine.] The chat showed “Lucian is typing…”
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My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 01 My husband Lucian Drake is the best heart surgeon in the state. But he and his intern used the wrong anesthesia dosage, and KILLED our twin sons. His hand landed on my shoulder, “We can always have more.” Then he grabbed
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