I never told my husband’s mistress that I was the obstetrician she came to see for an ultrasound. She flashed her phone screen at me, revealing a wallpaper of her and my husband locked in a kiss. She rubbed her belly, smirking, “It’s his baby. Once he sees the sonogram, he’ll leave his barren wife.” I performed the scan silently. Then I turned the screen to her. “Good news,” I said calmly. “There is no baby. My husband has been sterile since 2010. However,” I pointed to a dark mass on the screen, “that shadow isn’t a fetus. It is…..” Her smirk vanished, replaced by pure terror.

Chapter 1: The Sterile Mask The air in Exam Room 3 was kept at a precise sixty-eight degrees, a temperature designed to suppress bacterial growth and, coincidentally, human comfort. It smelled of …

I never told my husband’s mistress that I was the obstetrician she came to see for an ultrasound. She flashed her phone screen at me, revealing a wallpaper of her and my husband locked in a kiss. She rubbed her belly, smirking, “It’s his baby. Once he sees the sonogram, he’ll leave his barren wife.” I performed the scan silently. Then I turned the screen to her. “Good news,” I said calmly. “There is no baby. My husband has been sterile since 2010. However,” I pointed to a dark mass on the screen, “that shadow isn’t a fetus. It is…..” Her smirk vanished, replaced by pure terror. Read More