My Husband Cheated With the Poor Student I Sponsored

"What's going on?!"

The door to the hospital room was flung open.

Graham strode in wearing his white coat, his face taut with urgency.

The moment Lily saw him, she transformed into a completely different person.

She collapsed weakly onto the bed, clutching her belly and letting out a piercing wail.

"Graham! Save my baby!"

"Serena won't let me live... She snatched my medicine and smashed it to pieces!"

Graham glanced at the wreckage on the floor, then at my hand still frozen in midair.

His composure shattered. All that was left was raw fury.

"Serena! What the hell do you think you're doing!"

He charged over, planting himself between me and Lily, staring me down like I was a murderer.

"I know you're upset, but do you have any idea what that was?!"

"I spent three months begging the director before he finally agreed to release that one-of-a-kind prototype sample from the central lab!"

"And you destroyed a dying patient's only lifeline over some pathetic jealousy!"

"You are cold-blooded beyond belief!"

I looked at that agonized face of his and let out a low laugh.

The laughter grew louder, echoing through the empty hospital room, eerie and unhinged.

The iterative drug I'd poured my heart and soul into formulating for her — she'd smashed it with her own hands.

And this husband of mine, so quick to accuse me of being cold-blooded —

He couldn't even read the encrypted lab serial number on that culture dish. My serial number.

"Graham."

I killed the laughter. My gaze turned glacial, devoid of any warmth whatsoever.

"Are you sure it was me who destroyed her lifeline?"

Something in my eyes unsettled him, but he held his ground, shielding his precious soulmate behind him.

"Who else could it be!"

"I'm ordering you — sign the trial slot application form. Right now."

"As for the cost of that drug, I'll deduct it from your account and reimburse the hospital! And if you so much as breathe a word of protest, I'll have security escort you to the psych ward today!"

How hilarious.

This was the man I'd once believed was my salvation.

I took a deep breath, pulled the crumpled Trial Slot Family Consent Form from my bag, and laid it flat on the overbed table at the foot of Lily's bed.

Under the desperate, greedy gazes of both Graham and Lily —

I smoothed the paper out, uncapped my pen, and signed my name in one fluid stroke.

Lily's eyes blazed with barely concealed euphoria.

Graham exhaled a long breath of relief, looking at me the way one looks at a madwoman who's finally been tamed.

"Smart choice." He let out a cold scoff and reached for the consent form.

But I slapped my hand down on the paper with a sharp crack, pinning it to the table.

Then, right in front of them, I took out my phone.

I dialed the number in my contacts marked "Top Secret."

The call was answered on the first ring.

"Professor Kingsley! You've finally reached out to us!"

From the other end came the voice of the head of Crestview Medical Center's highest-level pharmaceutical research division.

I watched Graham and Lily freeze in front of me.

My finger hovered over the red End Call button.

The cold glow of the screen illuminated the razor-sharp smile curling at the corner of my lips.