Second Cut 13
In my past life, I sacrificed my surgical career to support my husband Kyson Mason, only to be discarded when he succeeded, dying alone in despair. Reborn on the day he urged me to quit, I withdrew my hand with a smile: “No need, Dr. Mason. Let’s divorce—my scalpel longs to see the light again.”
In my past life, I sacrificed my surgical career to support my husband Kyson Mason, only to be discarded when he succeeded, dying alone in despair. Reborn on the day he urged me to quit, I withdrew my hand with a smile: “No need, Dr. Mason. Let’s divorce—my scalpel longs to see the light again.”
