Chapter 8 - Reviewing The Secret Medical Files
While the surgical team prepped the incision site, a resident nurse handed me Elena’s confidential medical intake folder.
I flipped open the heavy manila pages, my eyes scanning the diagnostic history with a cold, analytical intensity.
“She’s had this underlying heart weakness since before our divorce,” I murmured, noting the timeline of previous cardiac scans.
“She knew carrying a child would push her heart to the absolute brink of total failure,” a nurse whispered sympathetically.
A crushing wave of realization hit my chest with the force of a physical blow as the hidden puzzle pieces locked into place.
That was why she had disappeared into the night eight months ago without taking a single penny of my multi-million-dollar settlement.
She hadn't run away because she stopped loving me; she had run away to protect me from watching her slowly die.
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“You stubborn, magnificent fool,” I whispered fiercely, pressing her cold hand harder against my palm.
“Scalpel,” Dr. Harrison called out sharply, cutting through my internal storm and bringing my focus back to the operating table.
