Series: My Surgeon Husband Insulted My Dress At His Hospital Gala And Told Me To Serve Drinks — So I Revealed I Bought His Entire Medical Network

Part 1 My husband, Dr. Julian Ellison, shoved a heavy silver tray into my hands at the hospital network’s annual expansion gala, surrounded by three [more…]

The opulent lobby of the Grand Regency Hotel still hummed with the aftershocks of my announcement. Julian Ellison’s face, usually composed and smug, had turned [more…]

The chill of the hotel lobby faded into the damp night air. With only my small handbag and the clothes I wore, I found a [more…]

The fluorescent glow of the 24-hour diner across from Crestview Health Alliance was harsh, but it offered a refuge from the humid night. I nursed [more…]

The neon glow of the diner was replaced by the dim, warm light of my motel room. I’d offered Harlan Gable a chair by the [more…]

The relief from Harlan’s discovery was short-lived. I was making calls to my lawyer, preparing to present the expired indemnification clause to the hospital’s ethics [more…]

Julian’s smear campaign barely caused a ripple when I appeared before the state medical evaluation board. I submitted willingly, even eagerly, to their battery of [more…]

The hospital parking garage was a cavern of concrete and shadows, especially after midnight. Rain lashed against the exterior walls, a fitting backdrop to Julian [more…]

The conference room hummed with a quiet intensity. Ms. Davies, my lawyer, sat opposite me, her legal pads neatly stacked. Harlan Gable, a small smile [more…]

I decided to bypass the slow, bureaucratic gears of the hospital board. They had their own processes, their own internal politics. This situation called for [more…]