All Chapters of Price of Betrayal: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

"Dr. Becker, this patient has a cranial fracture and is in critical condition. She needs immediate emergency treatment!" Several nurses hurried over, trying to lift me onto a stretcher, but they were stopped cold by my husband, Matthew Becker. The pile-up had left victims scattered across the highway like fallen leaves in a storm. The entire expressway was shut down, and even with three ambulances on site, there weren't enough to evacuate all the injured. Matthew walked over, his expression unreadable. He lifted my eyelids for a cursory glance before pulling out a tissue to wipe away the blood that had sullied his hands, his distaste plain as day. "She's beyond saving," he declared flatly. "No one could pull her back from this. Stop wasting time—let it go." I wanted to scream, to plead, to beg him not to give up on me, but my voice was trapped somewhere deep inside me, unreachable. The only movement I could muster was the faint twitch of my fingers, desperate to grab hold of

"Dr. Henry, the patient's gone into shock! What should we do?" The frantic voice pierced the haze of my drifting consciousness. Somewhere in the chaos, someone called my name, begging me not to die. I clawed my way back to awareness, just enough to sense the room shift. The rescue operation had reached its most critical moment, and that's when Matthew finally made his grand entrance. But he didn't come alone. Trailing behind him was a mob of media reporters, their cameras poised and ready, flashing like a thousand little suns. The blinding lights turned the operating room into a grotesque stage. Matthew strode forward with calculated purpose, taking the surgical knife from Allan's hand. I lay frozen, helpless, a wave of panic crashing over me as he approached.With swift, practiced movements, Matthew finished the surgery, pausing only to dab at his brow theatrically for the cameras. "I've done it," he announced to the lenses with a noble air. "I've saved my wife. If I'd lo

The scene was beyond chaotic—an uproar that swallowed the gallery whole. Sensing the tantalizing scent of scandal, the reporters surged forward like a pack of wolves, closing in tightly around Leona. She stood frozen in the storm of questions and flashing cameras, utterly speechless. I stepped into the spotlight, my voice steady and cutting, the cameras fixed squarely on me. "They're murderers," I declared, my words sharp as the edge of a blade. "That recent highway accident? The one that claimed lives and left others shattered? The culprit is none other than Leona!" Tears began to roll down my cheeks, unbidden, as if I were speaking to the ghost of my own broken body, lying helpless on that fateful day. "As Matthew's wife, I begged him for help. But what did he say? He told them to stop trying to save me. To let me die." Matthew's face turned a furious shade of crimson, and his composure snapped like dry kindling. "You wretch!" he spat, storming toward me. "Do you even k

Matthew had been struggling against his restraints, but at those words, he let out a howl of disbelief, wild and guttural. "Leona wouldn't lie to me!" he screamed, tears and snot streaming down his face as he slammed his head against the floor. "She said she'd marry me! You're all liars!" By the time the police arrived to drag him away, Matthew had descended into incoherent madness. His eyes were vacant, his mutterings unintelligible. Allan rushed to my side, his face pale as paper. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I was scared out of my mind." Seeing his pallor, a surge of emotion overwhelmed me. Before I could think twice, I wrapped my arms tightly around him. Allan froze for a second, then embraced me just as fiercely. "Rose," he murmured, his voice trembling. "From now on, let me protect you, alright?"Tears spilled down my cheeks as I nodded, my face buried in the safety of his arms. The surgery went well, and I was told I'd be discharged in a month. Meanwhile, the i