He Gave My Father's Lifeline to His MistressChapter 1
Four years after my father died, my husband transferred $400,000 into my account out of nowhere.
He watched my face and gave a resigned little smile.
"Money-grubber. That four hundred grand was your dad's surgery fund. I'm returning it today."
He saw my confusion.
He sighed.
"There's something I lied to you about. The surgery money wasn't stolen by phone scammers."
"Bess was diagnosed with liver cirrhosis at the same time. I gave her the money for a liver transplant."
I went completely still.
Bess Hughes—his former student. The one he'd been emotionally unfaithful with.
He sighed again.
"Dad was old. Even if the surgery worked, he didn't have long. But Bess is young, she's a graduate researcher, the kind of talent this country needs. Using his life to save hers—that's building good karma for him."
Everything inside me went cold.
The bank card in my hand was ice-cold, but it burned like the blood that had sprayed from my father's mouth that day.
……
A sharp crack.
My vision went red and I slapped Jarvis across the face.
"Do you hear yourself? You think a human life can be measured by its value? That was my father. He was YOUR father too!"