Slap Me Today, Die Tomorrow

Synopsis

In front of a packed room of dinner guests, my husband slapped me across the face. "Tell everyone the truth," he sneered. "You're nothing but a home-wrecking side chick." His mistress sat at the head of the table, swirling her red wine with a triumphant smirk. I clutched my cheek—not a single tear fell. The next day, a blinding agony struck him, and he collapsed right outside the O.R. His assistant went pale. "The shrapnel in your brain... your wife is the only neurosurgeon in the world who can remove it!" Three days later, my phone rang. "He's in critical condition," the assistant begged. "He just wants to see you one last time." I stared at the screen, paused for three seconds, and said, "Tell his precious little trophy to save him."