His Mistress Killed My Mother

My mother-in-law was in acute kidney failure and needed dialysis, but my husband, the head of nephrology, let his intern—and mistress—handle the procedure.
The intern fumbled with the machine. Dr. Wright, she cooed, there are so many tubes and buttons. I don't know what to do~
My husband, Toby, patiently spent ten minutes teaching her, ignoring the nurse's warning about the incorrect parameters. He insisted it was good practice for her.
The result? The intern set the flow rate wrong, causing a fatal air embolism. My mother-in-law convulsed and died on the spot.
To comfort his crying mistress, Toby wrapped his arms around her and walked out of the ER. He shot me a cold, dismissive glance.
"Go," he ordered, "get your mother's body out of here. And sign this waiver. It was an equipment malfunction."
"Your mother didn't have much time left anyway," he added, his voice devoid of emotion. "Maggie is just starting her career. We can't let some old woman ruin her future."
I froze.
He actually thought the woman lying in that room, the one he had just used as a teaching tool, was my mother.
A cold smile spread across my face. "I'm afraid I'm not the right person to sign that."

1
Toby's face immediately darkened. "What's that supposed to mean? You refuse to sign?" His brow furrowed, his impatience palpable. "Audrey, I'm warning you, don't even think about suing for malpractice. It won't end well for you."
Maggie peeked out from his arms, her voice a timid whisper. "Audrey, your mother was such a kind woman. I'm sure she wouldn't want you to make things difficult for Dr. Wright. Just sign it. It's for the best."
I ignored her saccharine performance and raised my phone, activating the voice recorder.
"Of course, I understand," I said, my voice as calm as if I were discussing the weather. "It was an equipment malfunction. These things happen." I paused. "But I'm not sure the hospital administration will just take my word for it. Why don't I record you saying it, too? Just so I have something to show them."
Toby looked at me like I was an idiot. "Are you insane? It's your mother who died, not mine. What do I care?"
Then I remembered.
Last month, I had taken my mother-in-law for a check-up. The results showed early signs of kidney failure. She had begged me not to tell Toby, worried it would distract him from his career.
But he had found the report.
My mother-in-law had been there, her eyes pleading with me. So I had lied. I told him it was my mother's report.
I finally understood the strange, unreadable look in his eyes that day. It was gloating.
Seeing me just standing there, holding my phone, Toby's patience snapped. "Fine, fine! I, Toby Wright, agree that it was an equipment malfunction. Happy now?" he snarled. "Now get lost. Can't you see Maggie is traumatized?"
He shoved past me, his arm around his precious intern, and strode towards his office without a backward glance. Maggie, nestled in his arms, looked back at me, a triumphant, mocking smile playing on her lips.
I watched them go, slowly lowering my phone.
I sincerely hoped he could maintain that same arrogant swagger in a little while.

2
The hospital's risk management department soon called me in for a meeting. They looked uncomfortable; Toby was both the doctor involved and a family member of the deceased. It was a messy situation.
Before they could even start, I handed them the waiver and the recording.
"This is what my husband wants," I said calmly. "He said that at her age, accidents are bound to happen. We can't blame the hospital, and we certainly can't blame the doctors."
The committee members exchanged stunned glances.
After the meeting, I went to the morgue to handle the paperwork. And there they were again, Toby and Maggie, hand in hand, looking sickeningly sweet.
Toby immediately blocked my path, shoving another piece of paper in my face.
"Sign it."
It was an organ donation form.
The temperature in the room dropped. "His mother was a devout Buddhist," I said, my voice cold. "She wanted to leave this world whole, just as she entered it. I will not agree to this."
Maggie let out a snort of laughter. "Audrey, you're so old-fashioned. What does it matter once she's ashes?" She smirked. "With a disease like that, she must have done some pretty terrible things in a past life. This is what you call karma. She deserved it."
Toby nodded in agreement. "Audrey, your mother didn't contribute much in life. Let her do some good in death. Maybe she'll earn enough good karma for a better reincarnation. It's like produce at the market; it's only valuable when it's fresh. Let it sit too long, and it's worthless. Understand?"
I was trembling with a rage so profound it made me nauseous. Was this man I married a monster in a white coat, or the devil himself?
"Toby! That was your mother, too! Have you no soul?" I cried. "I will never agree to this!"
I tried to leave, but he grabbed my wrist, his grip like a vice. "You ungrateful bitch. I've been too nice to you."
He raised his other hand.
I stared him down. "You lay a hand on me, and I swear, my parents will destroy you."
CRACK!
The slap was so hard my ears rang, and stars exploded behind my eyes. The stinging pain was nothing compared to the agony in my heart. The humiliation and shock were a bucket of ice water dumped over my head.
"Your parents?" he sneered. "What are they going to do? Without them, you're nothing."
He forced my hand down onto the form, pressing my thumb into the ink pad and then onto the signature line. He shoved me, and I fell to the floor in a heap.
I clutched my cheek, staring up at him in disbelief. This was the man who once couldn't even bear to speak a harsh word to me.

3
Maggie immediately clung to his arm. "Don't be angry, honey. She's not worth it. Your hands are too precious."
Toby's fury melted away as he looked at her. "You're right, my love. She's not worth it."
He looked down at me, his eyes like chips of ice. "Let me make this clear, Audrey. If you donate the body, your mother earns some good karma. If you don't, she'll be disposed of as medical waste. Your choice."
He turned to leave, but Maggie stopped him. "You must be exhausted after your surgery, Dr. Wright. Why don't you go rest? I can handle this. It'll be good practice, right? You always say practice makes perfect."
He tweaked her nose affectionately. "Clever girl. Go on, then. Think of it as a preview for your anatomy class."
The moment he was gone, Maggie's sweet smile vanished. She walked over to the gurney and ripped off the white sheet. She picked up a scalpel, brandishing it near my mother-in-law's eyes.
"Old bat was half-blind anyway. These corneas are useless."
She then picked up a bone saw, waving it over the corpse's head. "And her brain is probably so shriveled up, no one would want it for a specimen."
I retched, a silent scream building in my throat. I'm so sorry. I couldn't protect you.
Just a little longer, I told myself. I will make them pay in blood.
She began to cut, pulling out organs and tossing them onto the floor with disgust. She even took out her phone, snapping pictures of her gruesome work and sending them to Toby.
His voice message came back, full of praise and affection. "My Maggie is so talented and brave. Don't worry about making a mess on your first dissection. It's not like Audrey's mother has any valuable organs anyway. Just think of it as practice. A worthy end for her."
Maggie grinned at me. "Your mother's body is in worse shape than the cadavers in the lab. What a waste of my time."
I took a deep breath, forcing down the bile and rage. I lunged forward, my fingers trembling, and snatched the phone from her hand. A tear I couldn't hold back splashed onto the screen.
I held the phone to my mouth and said, each word a shard of glass, "Toby. I want a divorce."

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