Seven Years of Marriage, and I'm Finally Leaving My Surgeon Husband

Summary

In the seventh year of our marriage, I went to the hospital to drop off Ethan's dinner, just like I always did.

But outside his office door, I heard his colleagues teasing him, calling a female patient "Mrs. Vance."

And Ethan didn't correct them. Instead, he just smiled, tacitly accepting it.

I set his thermos down, turned around, and walked away.

He chased after me, yelling at me for being unreasonable.

"Mia is just a patient! She just had surgery and can't be stressed out."

"I'm a doctor. As my husband's wife, can't you be a little more understanding?"