My marriage turned into a catastrophe because of my husband’s explosive temper.
With a complicated fracture of my hand, I ended up at a famous traumatologist.
The doctor is brilliant, cold, and incredibly attractive. He also strictly follows medical ethics that forbid relationships with patients.
Each of us keeps our own secret. I hide my dependence on my husband-tyrant, and—apparently—Kholodov has been observing my life for a long time.
Will we manage to stay within the bounds of medical ethics, or will this meeting ruin our lives? After all, my husband isn’t going to let me go.