He Spread My Rumors, So I Locked Him Up

Whispers spread through Riverveil General Hospital, claiming that I had slept with more than a dozen male staff members, from senior surgeons to interns.

The source of every single lie was none other than my husband, Beckett Ward, the Chief of the Emergency Department.

The hospital administration summoned me to their office and slammed a stack of witness statements onto the desk. Each page was filled with accusations, bearing the fingerprints of more than a dozen men.

No matter how fiercely I defended myself, they dismissed my words as nothing but excuses.

In the end, the hospital decided to terminate my employment.

The moment I stepped out of the office, the crowd erupted.

People pointed at me, hurling insults and accusing me of disgracing the medical profession. Some even screamed that I deserved to die.

I pushed through the crowd in a panic and rushed to find Beckett.

"I'm your wife. How could you spread such filthy lies about me? The entire hospital knows about this now. Doesn't any of this shame you?"

He locked the door behind him and spoke in a calm, almost gentle voice, "One of those men assaulted Sloane. She's young and unmarried. If this gets out, her entire life will be ruined. Just do her a favor and take the blame for her.

"Don't worry. I won't divorce you. Once this blows over, I'll make them all come forward, clear your name, and apologize."

A chill ran through me.

I stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before me, unable to believe what I was hearing.

"Aren't you afraid I might lose hope and jump from the roof of the hospital?"

His eyes held absolute certainty, without the slightest hint of concern.

"You won't. You've always been strong. But Sloane is different. She's fragile. She might collapse at any moment."

Only then did I finally understand.

To him, I was nothing more than a scapegoat he could sacrifice whenever trouble arose.