The Ex-Husband and the Wolf Pack

Summary

So, I had to hit the ER over the weekend. Just my luck, my ex-husband was the doctor on duty. He glanced at my test results, didn't even lift his head, and sneered, "Three years, and you still can't find a man to come with you to the hospital?"

I stayed silent, staring at the ceiling tiles, trying not to pass out from the pain. He kept going. "Get a family member here. You need surgery. I need to discuss the procedure with someone responsible." "Don't try to find me later. We're divorced."