He Kept Our Marriage Secret For Ten Years

Chapter 3

The next morning, when I went to the hospital to resign, the story of Lance rushing in to help Evelyn had already spread through the hospital.

I opened our department group chat. Everyone was having a field day.

A: First time I've ever seen Dr. Thorne lose his temper like that.

B: Seriously, the way things were going yesterday, I thought if that family member yelled at the doctor one more time, Dr. Thorne was gonna throw hands.

C: Who cares about work when your fiancée is involved?

Lance didn't explain a single thing in the chat.

Only Evelyn responded.

Evelyn: Dr. Thorne is just a kind person. He was only standing up for me.

Her halfhearted attempt to clear things up only made everyone tease them harder.

Then someone suddenly brought me up.

A: Jocelyn must be dying of jealousy. She still hasn't even shown up at the hospital today.

That was when Lance finally spoke.

Lance: This is a work chat, not a gossip thread.

Only then did everyone quiet down.

I gave a bitter little smile.

Then I put my phone away and headed to the call room to change.

The second I pushed the door open, I saw Evelyn standing beside the bed in my call room, tossing my things onto the floor.

I strode over immediately. "Who told you that you could come in here? This is my call room."

I bumped past her. She didn't get angry.

Instead, she looked at me with fake confusion. "Dr. Clark, you didn't know? This room's been reassigned to me."

I spun around. The disbelief on my face apparently amused her, because she laughed.

"My position is higher than yours now. Of course I should have a private call room. Lance said I'll be using this one from now on. You can use the shared call room."

My hand tightened around my white coat until my knuckles turned white.

"What did you just call him?"

"Lance." Evelyn lifted her left hand with a smug little smile. A diamond ring glittered on her ring finger.

"Lance said I haven't been here long, and since I got promoted so quickly, people might start coming after me. He said it would be better if people thought we were close. That way, no one would dare mess with me."

I had a wedding ring too. Plain, simple and cheap.

I kept it tucked safely inside a drawer.

Because Lance had once told me, "The ring is too obvious. People might start asking questions."

Now the diamond on Evelyn's finger caught the light like a blade. It hurt my eyes. But my heart hurt worse.

Seeing my face turn pale, Evelyn offered me a sweet, considerate smile.

"Dr. Clark, don't blame Lance for what happened with the promotion. He's always been like that. He's always had a soft spot for the past."

A soft spot for the past.

Those words snapped the last thread of my restraint.

"Shut up!" I slapped her across the face.

Evelyn fell to the floor, her scream ripping through the room.

The door flew open. Lance rushed in, grabbed my wrist, and shoved me backward.

My waist slammed hard against the edge of the desk. Everything on the desk crashed to the floor.

Evelyn immediately clung to Lance and started sobbing. "Lance, don't blame Dr. Clark. It's my fault. I took over her call room."

Lance looked at me like I was something disgusting. "Jocelyn, if you have a problem, file a complaint. "You don't get to put your hands on a colleague. This is a hospital, not a street brawl! Apologize to Evelyn!"

I pressed a hand to my aching waist and slowly forced myself upright.

"I did nothing wrong. She's the one who's wrong!"

Disappointment flooded Lance's eyes.

The next second, he pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Security, I need someone up here. Dr. Clark just assaulted a colleague."

Security arrived upstairs within minutes.

Under the stares of doctors, nurses, and patients, I followed security out of the department in numb silence.

Nancy came running the second she heard. She was the only person in the hospital who knew I was married. Now she looked like she was about to lose her mind.

"Jocelyn, didn't you say your husband is a doctor too? And that he's pretty high up in the hospital? Can't your husband pull some strings and talk to Dr. Thorne? If they officially discipline you, you're screwed."

I looked up at her. There was nothing left in my eyes.

"I'm divorcing him."

Nancy froze. "When did that happen?"

"10 minutes ago."