My Wife Slandered Me; Her Hospital Went Under

The crowd erupted.

"What a monster! He messed up, yet he wants his junior to take the fall. How can someone like him be the director?"

My mind went blank as I stared at the profile picture in disbelief. It was my WhatsApp profile photo. Even the username was an exact match.

"I've never sent a message like that! There isn't even any signal inside the operating room!" I lunged forward, attempting to snatch his phone to get a closer look, but the officers held me back.

"That's photoshopped! It's fake!" I bellowed.

"I can testify," Emma, who had been silent all this time, interjected. "I was right next to Samuel at the time, and I witnessed him receive this message. I was also the one who advised him not to reply and to call the police instead."

I was dumbstruck. I turned to look at the woman I had shared a bed with for seven years.

At that moment, my heart went cold. For the sake of her first love, she was willing to commit perjury in public and ruin me for good.

Benjamin raised the thermos in his hand and hurled it at me. The stainless steel container struck my forehead, and a warm liquid began to stream down my brow. Blood blurred my vision, staining the whole world red.

"Let's beat this quack to death!"

"We'll make him pay with his life!"

The patient's family members rushed me, their fists and kicks raining down like a storm. It took both officers a lot of effort to drag them away.

I leaned against the corner of the wall, gasping for air, battered and bruised. Yet, I let out a low, bitter chuckle. "Do you two really think this is enough to convict me?"

With a trembling hand, I reached into the chest pocket of my white coat and pulled out a miniature camera. "With doctor-patient relations being as tense as they are these days, how could I, as the hospital director, not have a backup plan?"

I clicked the pen cap, and a faint red light flickered at my fingertip. "This is a miniature body camera—high-definition, wide-angle, and equipped with audio recording. It has been recording since the moment I entered the locker room to change. Whether or not I was drunk, whether I made a mistake, whether I sent that message on WhatsApp…"

I stared long and hard at Samuel's ghastly pale face and continued, "It recorded everything!"

Benjamin, who had been egging the crowd to beat me to a pulp moments ago, instantly fell silent.

Samuel's legs were visibly shaking. Cold sweat poured down his forehead as he looked to Emma for help.