His Daughter Is on Her Deathbed, and Her Husband Turns Around and Has a Secret Rendezvous with His First Love

My daughter died, on the cold operating table. And my husband, hailed as a medical genius, was away on vacation, pursuing his beloved. Before she died, my daughter kept murmuring her father's name. Before her cremation, I called, hoping he would come see her one last time. But all I heard on the phone was his extremely impatient voice. "We're about to board the plane, can you please stop bothering me?" It turns out, in his eyes, his daughter was far less important than his beloved…