Seven Years Later, My Late Husband Ended up in My Emergency Room

My boyfriend, who I thought was dead for seven years, is back. He was lying on my operating table covered in blood, his life hanging by a thread. My hand holding the scalpel was shaking violently. I don't want to save him. Why should I save this person who has lied to me for seven years and made me suffer for seven whole years? [Scarred loyal dog undercover attacker VS indifferent externally traumatized surgeon] [Modern City] [Professional Emotions] [HE] [Undercover] [Wife Chasing Crematorium] Purpose: love and responsibility