I hurried toward the operating room to see my husband, but a nurse suddenly leaned in and whispered, “Ma’am, please—hide now and trust me. This is a setup.” Ten minutes later, when I finally saw him, I went cold. It turns out he…

“Everything ready?” Marcus asked.
“More than ready,” the man smirked. “Once she signs the ‘surgical risk’ form, you get the house, the business—everything. She’ll never know.”

Hidden, I listened as they rehearsed the entire scam:

“When she comes in, we’ll make it sound urgent. You pretend to be dying, Lewis tells her you need immediate surgery, and she panics and signs. She’ll believe anything if she thinks you’re in danger.”

My hands trembled.
He knew my heart—and used it against me.

The nurse reappeared, pushing a cart, speaking softly without turning her head:
“You can’t confront them now. But the security cameras record audio. If you can get them out of the room, I’ll help you get the footage.”

That was the moment I knew I had to act.

When Marcus lay on the stretcher pretending to be in agony, I stepped out from my hiding place as if I knew nothing.

Marcus froze, then dramatically weakend his voice:
“Love… I didn’t think you’d make it…”

I walked straight toward him—
but instead of taking his hand, I picked up my phone.

“I recorded everything,” I said calmly.

His expression collapsed.
The fake doctor stiffened.
The nurse let out a tiny smile.

Then chaos erupted.

Marcus bolted upright, all acting dropped.
“What do you think you’re doing, Emily?” he barked.

“Protecting myself,” I answered.

The fake doctor tried to intervene, but the nurse blocked him.
“Touch her and I’ll call security.”