I never told my husband’s mistress that I was the renowned plastic surgeon she booked a consultation with. She didn’t recognize me in my mask and scrubs.

Richard: Stuck in meetings late tonight, babe. Mergers are a nightmare. Don’t wait up. Love you.

I stared at the screen. He wasn’t in a meeting. He was probably at a bar, or a hotel, waiting for his “upgrade” to wake up.

I looked through the observation window. Chloe was lying on the table, the anesthesia already taking hold. Her eyes were fluttering shut. She looked peaceful. Innocent.

But innocence is an action, not a look. And she had chosen violence.

I walked into the Operating Room. The lights were bright, casting no shadows.