My Husband Was Dying, I Sent The ICU To Voicemail

Synopsis

Zane Frost and I had been in a cold war for two weeks. I'd already forgotten what started it. We simply weren't speaking to each other. I ignored his texts and hung up on his calls. Then, two weeks in, my phone suddenly started blowing up with unknown numbers. When I finally picked up, a nurse's voice exploded through the line. "Do you even have a heart? Your husband's surgery failed." I froze. "What surgery?" The nurse scoffed, "62 calls for a signature, all cut off by some guy. And you, Zane's wife, didn't even know he was admitted?" My mind went blank as I checked my call history. All those unfamiliar calls I'd ignored were from the hospital.