Chapter 3

The document hit Tiffany's face, then fluttered to the floor.

Tiffany froze for a heartbeat, then burst into exaggerated laughter.

"Hah! Rachel, are you so desperate for a man you've gone insane?"

"You actually forged it? Pathetic!" She snatched it up, her eyes skating over the text without truly seeing. "Fantasizing about my husband? Have you no dignity.”

"I'd heard rumors about unhinged female doctors at this hospital. I never imagined it was you!"

"Knowing my husband is an investor, you've completely lost all shame! What, are you going to drop your pants and spread your legs the moment you see him in person?"

She turned to the surrounding guests and colleagues.

"Everyone, judge for yourselves! This woman, just because she's a senior in the department, is forging documents and spreading rumors that my husband is hers! Isn't that ridiculous?"

A doctor who usually flattered Tiffany immediately stepped forward.

"Dr. Reed, we've known each other for years, how did we never realize you were so vile?"

"Daniel is a powerful man! How could he ever be interested in an old hag like you! I advise you to leave now! Don't make a fool of yourself here!"

A group of people immediately started pushing and shoving me.

"Get out! Don't soil Tiffany's wedding!"

"You ungrateful, cheap whore!"

I stumbled from the push, my lower back directly hitting the corner of a table.

The exhaustion from ten hours of high-intensity surgery made my vision swim.

I leaned against the wall, barely able to stand.

Tiffany turned and splashed a glass of champagne in my face.

"Hurry up and kneel to admit your mistake! I'll be merciful and let you keep the job of waiting tables here at the wedding!"

Just then, an unexpected person appeared.

"Rachel, what are you doing here?"