My Husband's Wife Isn't Me

In the fifth year of my marriage to Hudson Hope, I was still commuting two hours to save a few dollars.

Until the day I transferred to Mary Hospital in New York, I received a VIP patient, the wife of billionaire heir Hudson.

The nurse smiled and showed me their wedding photo.

"Mr. Hope is famous for doting on his wife."

I gripped my stethoscope, my knuckles turning white.

That woman had personally slashed my right hand three years ago.

And that man was supposed to be my husband.

I stared at the woman's pregnant belly.