After My Surgeon Husband Chose His Mistress Over Me Chapter 2 – I stood in our pristine living room, the Burberry scarf clutched in my trembling hand, as I heard the front door open.
Chris strode in with the confidence of a man who owned the world—tailored suit, not a hair out of place, his surgeon’s hands holding nothing but his phone and car keys. No gift. No apology.
“You’re home,” he said, his tone suggesting mild surprise rather than guilt. He set his keys in the crystal dish beside mine, the soft clink echoing between us.
“I found this.”
I held up the scarf, watching his face for any flicker of recognition or remorse.
“And there’s perfume in the air. Perfume that isn’t mine.”
His expression remained impassive, but something hardened in his eyes.
“What exactly are you implying, Evelyn?”
“I’m not implying anything. I’m asking why Jamie Collins’s scarf is in our living room.”
He stepped closer, placing his hands on my shoulders. They felt heavy, not comforting.
“I was busy saving someone who needed me.”
“Honestly, this jealousy isn’t like you. Jamie is my resident, nothing more. Perhaps you should talk to someone about these… insecurities.”
The suggestion that I needed therapy for noticing the obvious made something cold settle in my stomach. I stepped back, his hands falling away.
“I waited for two hours,” I said quietly.
“And I’m sorry about that.”
He wasn’t.
“But this paranoia needs to stop. It’s beneath you, and frankly, it’s beneath us.”
Us. As if we were still a team. As if there had ever been an “us” beyond the merger of our family names and bank accounts.
I watched him walk away, disappearing into his study without another glance at the scarf still dangling from my fingers.
The Boston General Foundation Gala glittered with wealth and ambition. Crystal chandeliers cast diamond ike reflections across the ballroom as Boston’s elite mingled, champagne flutes in hand.
At our table near the stage, I sat alone while Chris worked the room, his charismatic laugh carrying across the space.
“Mrs. Montgomery, you look absolutely stunning tonight,” Dr. Weiss’s wife said, settling into the chair beside me. Her eyes held the same pity I’d seen in the maître d’s.
I smiled politely, smoothing the silk of my emerald gown.
“Thank you. And please, call me Evelyn.”
Chris finally returned to our table just as the hospital director took the stage to introduce him. He squeezed my shoulder briefly—a public display of affection for watching eyes—before straightening his bow tie.
“And now, I’m pleased to introduce our Chief of Surgery, the visionary behind Boston General’s upcoming West Wing expansion, Dr. Christopher Montgomery.”
Applause rippled through the room as Chris ascended the steps to the podium, his smile dazzling under the spotlights. I clapped mechanically, the diamond wedding band on my finger catching the light.
“Thank you all for your continued support of Boston General,” Chris began, his voice commanding the room. “Tonight’s contributions will—”
A commotion from the side of the stage interrupted him. Jamie Collins, resplendent in a form fitting silver dress, swayed dramatically, one hand pressed to her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” she called out, voice breathy and weak. “I feel faint.”
Without hesitation—without even a glance in my direction—Chris abandoned his speech mid sentence, rushing to her side. The microphone picked up his concerned murmur:
“I’ve got you, Jamie.”
Every eye in the ballroom shifted from them to me, watching for my reaction as my husband guided his resident to a chair, kneeling beside her with tender attention.
I remained perfectly still, my face a practiced mask of composure while something inside me calcified into resolve.
This would be the last time Christopher Montgomery made me a spectacle of pity.
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