After My Surgeon Husband Chose His Mistress Over Me Chapter 4 – I stood before the full length mirror in my walk in closet, barely recognizing the woman who stared back at me.
Gone were the soft pastel dresses and demure blouses that had filled my wardrobe for years clothes chosen to complement Chris, to fade into the background of his brilliance.
In their place hung sleek, bold pieces in jewel tones and structured silhouettes that commanded attention rather than deflected it.
“What do you think?” I asked, smoothing the emerald silk blouse tucked into high waisted black trousers. The outfit was completed by a tailored blazer that accentuated my shoulders, giving me a presence I’d deliberately diminished during my marriage.
Marcus, seated in the armchair by the window, looked up from his phone and nodded with approval.
“You look like yourself, Evelyn. The real you.”
I wasn’t entirely sure who the real me was anymore, but I was determined to find out.
“The charity luncheon starts in an hour. Several board members will be there.”
“Including your husband,” Marcus reminded me gently.
“Especially my husband.”
I slipped on a pair of black stilettos, adding three inches to my height.
“And Jamie, no doubt. She never misses an opportunity to be seen with the Chief of Surgery.”
Marcus’s expression darkened slightly at the mention of Jamie. He’d been quietly furious when I showed him the photographs.
“Are you ready for this?”
“I’ve been ready since I found her scarf on our couch.”
I applied a final coat of crimson lipstick a shade I’d never worn before, too bold for the dutiful Mrs. Montgomery.
“It’s time Boston saw more than just Chris’s shadow.”
The charity luncheon buzzed with Boston’s elite, champagne flutes clinking against the backdrop of polite conversation and strategic networking.
I entered alone, chin lifted, steps measured and confident. The immediate hush that fell over the nearest cluster of hospital staff was almost comical wide eyes and parted lips as they took in my transformation.
“Evelyn?” Dr. Weiss’s wife approached, her surprise poorly concealed. “You look… different.”
“Thank you,” I replied with a genuine smile.
“I felt it was time for a change.”
I moved through the room with deliberate grace, accepting a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
From across the space, I caught Chris’s eye. He stood with Jamie at his side her hand resting on his arm with practiced casualness but his attention was now fixed entirely on me.
Confusion flickered across his features, followed by something that looked almost like wariness.
Good. He should be wary.
I turned away, engaging enthusiastically with the hospital’s head of pediatrics about their new children’s wing a project I’d quietly funded years ago, though Chris had taken most of the credit at the ribbon cutting ceremony.
“Your contribution made all the difference!” Dr. Patel was saying, her warm eyes reflecting sincere gratitude.
“Those children have a safe space now because of you.”
“It was my pleasure,” I replied, aware that Chris had maneuvered closer, within earshot.
“In fact, I’m considering expanding my philanthropic portfolio. There are several promising research initiatives I’ve been following.”
The whispers followed me throughout the luncheon. I caught fragments as I moved between conversations:
“…never seen her so confident…”
“…wonder what happened…”
“…Chris looks rattled…”
I savored each one a small victory in the larger war to come.
The hospital board meeting room was intimidatingly austere, with its dark wood paneling and portraits of past medical directors lining the walls.
I sat beside Marcus, my portfolio of financial documents neatly arranged before me, waiting for the right moment.
Chris entered last, as was his habit a power move to ensure all eyes were on him. His stride faltered momentarily when he saw me, clearly not expecting my presence at what was typically a closed meeting.
“Evelyn,” he said, recovering quickly. “This is a pleasant surprise.”
“Is it?” I asked mildly.
“I would have thought my financial advisor would have mentioned I was coming.”
Marcus’s expression remained professionally neutral, though I caught the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
“Mrs. Parker Montgomery has some questions regarding the allocation of funds for the West Wing expansion,” he explained to the room.
Chris’s smile tightened.
“Perhaps we could discuss this privately, after the meeting?”
“Actually,” I interjected smoothly, “as the primary investor in this project, I believe the entire board should be privy to this conversation.”
The room fell silent. Several board members exchanged glances, suddenly alert to the tension crackling between us.
“Of course,” the board chairman said after a moment.
“Mrs. Montgomery, please proceed.”
I opened my portfolio, extracting the financial reports I’d spent days analyzing.
“I’ve noticed some concerning discrepancies in the budget allocations…”
For the next twenty minutes, I methodically outlined questionable expenditures and vague line items that had escaped scrutiny.
With each point, Chris’s face grew more rigid, his knuckles whitening as he gripped his pen.
“These are complex medical decisions,” he finally interrupted, his voice tight.
“The technical aspects might be difficult for someone without medical training to fully grasp.”
“Perhaps,” I conceded with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.
“But numbers are universal, Dr. Montgomery. And these numbers don’t add up.”
The board chairman cleared his throat, clearly impressed but uncomfortable.
“These are serious concerns, Chris. We’ll need a full audit of the project finances.”
Chris’s glare burned into me across the table, but I held his gaze steadily.
For the first time in our marriage, I didn’t look away first.
He had no idea what was coming next.
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