While You Were Saving Her

Summary

I was in a car crash on our third wedding anniversary.

I sat in the crowded ER, blood dripping from a gash on my forehead, watching my husband—the man who was supposed to be three states away on a business trip—gently holding his childhood friend by the waist, guiding her toward the radiology wing.

When our eyes met, my gaze didn't waver. I looked straight at him, my voice completely flat. "What a coincidence."

Dustin froze. A flicker of sheer panic crossed his face, but in the end, he didn't follow me. He didn't even try to reach out as I limped past them.