My Husband's Mistress Laughed at My Tears—I Owned the Clinic That Could Save Her Dying Child скачать в хорошем качестве

My Husband's Mistress Laughed at My Tears—I Owned the Clinic That Could Save Her Dying Child

I never thought I'd become the woman who stands in the rain outside a hotel, watching her husband kiss another woman through the window. Yet there I was, my clothes soaked through, mascara running down my face, feeling like every cliché in every movie I'd ever rolled my eyes at. The November rain in Seattle was relentless, somehow both icy and sharp, yet I barely felt it. I was too numb, too focused on the way James held her face between his hands, the same way he'd once held mine. For fifteen years, I had been Dr. Eleanor Mitchell—respected pediatric neurologist, wife to successful architect James Mitchell, and co-owner of Evergreen Children's Neurological Institute. I had dedicated my life to saving children with rare neurological conditions. My clinic was my legacy, my purpose. And James had been my partner, my rock, my home.