Leg Broken, Love Awoken: My Husband's Betrayal

My husband, Joseph Coleman, falls from the third floor, shatters both legs, and even injures what men fear losing most.

I don't rush him to the nearest hospital. Instead, I drive him to a hospital two thousand miles away.

In my previous life, Joseph jumped on purpose so the hospital intern he dotes on, Kimberly Parker, could secure a permanent spot by operating on him.

He refused the capable surgeons nearby and insisted I take him to the hospital where Kimberly works, just so she can treat him.

I turned him down because Kimberly is an untrained intern who got in through connections and has no surgical experience.

Joseph had slapped me hard across the face. "I just want to use my injury to help Kim go permanent. Why are you being so petty?"

He was dead set on Kimberly treating him.

I worried the delay would ruin his legs, so I asked his mother, Diane Lowe, to talk sense into him.

But what I never expected was Kimberly jumping from the hospital building when she failed her probation.

Meanwhile, Joseph is treated in time, and both legs are spared.

On the day he's discharged, I come smiling to take him home, but he runs me down with his car and kills me.

As I collapse on the floor, choking on blood, I ask him why.

He looks at me like I'm something stuck to his shoe. "If you hadn't stopped me from helping Kimberly go permanent, she never would've died!"

When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Joseph falls and breaks his legs.

"Nora Vale, why are you just standing there? My leg is broken! Get me to the hospital where Kimberly interns now!"

Joseph Coleman's bark cleared the haze from my mind, and I realized I was standing in the living room while he lay motionless on the ground, having fallen from the third floor.

He ground his teeth through the pain of two shattered legs and still managed to glare at me with disgust and suspicion.

"Nora, if you take me to the nearest hospital again and make me lose Kimberly, I swear you'll suffer a death worse than you had the last time!"

Those words cleared away the last of my doubt. I had come back to life, and at that same moment, Joseph came back too.

In my previous life, Joseph was one of my admirers. He once saved me from a fire, and I married him out of gratitude.

I poured my parents' inheritance into his start-up and supported his dream until he became the CEO everyone praised.

When he clocked out, I stayed at the office drafting deck after deck until midnight.

When his mother, Diane Lowe, needed surgery, I did the bedside care myself and never handed a single task to anyone else.

I spent everything I had on our family and on his career.

And yet, all that work was lost to one favor for his childhood