After My Surgeon Husband Chose His Mistress Over Me Chapter 7 – I stared at my phone, thumb hovering over the post button.
Three sentences that would change everything. Three sentences that would set me free. My heart hammered against my ribs as I read the words one last time:
After careful consideration, I am announcing the end of my marriage to Christopher Montgomery. I choose myself. For those seeking details, they can be found here.
Beneath it was a link to Leo Maxwel’s celebrity gossip blog, where the irrefutable evidence of Chris and Jamie’s affair the hotel receipts, the text messages, the photographs would be published simultaneously with my announcement.
“Are you ready?” Marcus asked, his voice gentle but firm through the phone speaker.
I took a deep breath. “Yes.”
“Remember, once you press that button, there’s no going back.”
“I don’t want to go back,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected. “I want to move forward.”
With one decisive tap, I sent the message into the digital world. Within seconds, my phone began to vibrate with notifications friends, acquaintances, journalists, all clamoring for more information. I silenced it and placed it face-down on the table.
“It’s done,” I told Marcus.
“The blog post just went live too,” he confirmed. “I’m heading to the hospital now for the emergency board meeting. Chris doesn’t know yet, but he will soon.”
I closed my eyes, picturing the chaos that would soon engulf Boston General.
“Keep me updated.”
“I will. And Evelyn?” Marcus paused. “I’m proud of you.”
After we disconnected, I walked to the window of my parents’ guest house, gazing out at the manicured gardens where I’d played as a child. The world looked different somehow sharper, clearer, as if I’d been viewing it through a fog that had suddenly lifted.
My mother appeared in the doorway, her posture as elegant and composed as always, but her eyes soft with concern.
“It’s all over social media already,” she said, coming to stand beside me. “Your father’s phone hasn’t stopped ringing.”
“I’m sorry for the disruption,” I said automatically.
She took my hand, squeezing it firmly.
“Don’t apologize. Not for this. Not ever for this.”
The fierce protectiveness in her voice surprised me. My mother had always been the picture of restraint, the perfect society wife who never raised her voice or showed strong emotion in public.
“I wanted you to have a good marriage,” she continued. “But I never wanted you to endure what you did. No Parker woman should ever be made to feel invisible.”
I leaned my head against her shoulder, allowing myself this moment of vulnerability before the storm truly hit.
Marcus called two hours later, his voice tight with controlled satisfaction.
“You should have seen his face,” he said without preamble. “Security met him at the entrance his badge had been deactivated. They escorted him straight to the conference room where the board was waiting.”
I sank into an armchair, my legs suddenly weak.
“Tell me everything.”
“He kept insisting there must be some mistake, that he had surgeries scheduled. Then he saw me at the table.” Marcus paused. “I think that’s when he knew.”
I could picture it perfectly Chris’s confident stride faltering, his practiced smile freezing as realization dawned.
“The chairman presented the evidence. The hotel receipts. The inappropriate relationship with a subordinate. The misuse of hospital resources.”
Marcus’s voice took on a harder edge. “He tried to deny it at first, then to minimize it. Called it a ‘personal matter’ that had no bearing on his professional capabilities.”
“And?”
“The ethics committee has launched a formal review. He’s been placed on administrative leave pending the outcome.” Marcus sounded grimly satisfied. “But between the evidence and the public scandal, his position is untenable. The board won’t risk the hospital’s reputation.”
I closed my eyes, absorbing the news. Not vindication, exactly, but something adjacent to it—the knowledge that actions truly did have consequences, even for men like Christopher Montgomery.
“And Jamie?” I asked.
Marcus’s laugh was short and without humor. “That’s the most interesting part. According to Olivia, patients are requesting transfers to different residents. Staff are avoiding her. And social media…” He trailed off. “Let’s just say the court of public opinion has rendered its verdict.”
I thought of Jamie’s carefully cultivated America’s Sweetheart image crumbling under the weight of exposed truth. The manipulative tactics that had seemed so effective in private now laid bare for all to see.
“She went to Chris’s office,” Marcus continued. “Begging for his support, I’m told. He had security remove her. Called her ‘deluded’ in front of half the surgical staff.”
The final betrayal. Chris, throwing Jamie to the wolves to save himself.
My phone lit up with an incoming call Chris’s face appearing on the screen for the first time since my announcement. I stared at it, feeling nothing but a strange, detached curiosity.
What could he possibly have to say now?
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