Second Cut

surgeon to support my husband Kyson Mason's career.

his arm around a younger colleague and said

my skills rusted, and I succum

ound myself back on the day Kyso

affection. "Once I become department hea

hand away. "No need, Dr. Mas

hing to see the li

.

expression fr

t it felt like he might crush my bone

deliberate. "I'm not throwing a

oneyed words to paint a vague, glittering future. I willingly gave up my posit

his meals, managing his life, and handling every mundane d

e youngest head of the ca

y chores, my youth and talent drained until I

a younger, prettier new hire at the hospital. He used t

r, look at yourself. You're like a washed-up ho

ion and died on a rainy

r face, my heart felt nothi

tion at being defied. "Just because I asked you to quit? I was thinking of you! Ho

he divorce papers I had prepared from the nightstand. "I've already

gnature on the papers, his

wing a fit, trying to mani

rs to shreds in

voice was a low growl. "Ele

d, and walked into the bedroo

s and the sound of him pou

ospital director's office. "Director Thompson, thi