My husband slandered me for practicing medicine illegally, and I angrily smashed my hands

Summary

The day I was promoted to Chief of Surgery, I picked up a forty-five-pound barbell and shattered my right hand.

The injury also made me miss the one surgery that could have secured my new title, the only one scheduled in the last five years.

Everyone lamented how I’d thrown away my future. But me? I was so thrilled I downed two bottles of vintage Macallan.

Because in my past life, I performed that same ten-hour surgery, pulling the patient back from death’s door.

But the moment it was over,