I showed up at the hospital to surprise my husband during his shift. But the second one of his coworkers saw me, all the color left his face. Then his eyes filled with tears. “He hasn’t said a word to you, has he?” Ben and I had been married eleven years, and for every one of those years, I had shared him with the hospital. He was a remarkably gifted surgeon.

“You vindictive, backstabbing woman, after everything I’ve bought for you and this family!” he bellowed across the room.

“Get hold of yourself and sit down this instant, Dr.

Walsh,” Dr.

Madeline Porter ordered with frosty authority.

Walsh ignored her, jabbing a shaking, furious finger at his wife as his face went a frightening shade of red.

Two uniformed investigators from the state prosecutor’s office quietly came forward from the back wall of the room.

A detective named Marcus Cole walked up to the witness box and held out an official warrant.

“Dr.