Marcus arrived less than three minutes later, still wearing surgical scrubs beneath his white coat.
He locked the office door behind him and demanded to know what Chelsea had told me.
I pointed toward the empty drawer.
“Who is Isabelle, and why did she take the L. Marsh incident file using your badge?”
His expression answered before his mouth did.
Isabelle was not his wife. She was the hospital’s risk-management attorney—and the woman Marcus had been seeing for nearly a year. The missing file concerned a patient who had suffered permanent complications after Marcus performed a procedure while dangerously exhausted.
Instead of reporting everything properly, Marcus had altered the operating notes. Isabelle had helped him bury the inconsistencies before the hospital board could review them.
He tried to take my phone.
I stepped backward and informed him that Chelsea had already documented Isabelle’s unauthorized entry. Before entering his office, I had also photographed the empty drawer and emailed everything to myself.
Marcus stopped moving.
By that evening, hospital security had recovered the file from Isabelle’s vehicle. Both were placed on administrative leave while an independent investigation began.
I did not return home with him.
I contacted an attorney, froze our shared accounts, and filed for divorce.
Marcus believed his greatest danger was the missing medical file.
It was not.
His mistake was texting his actual wife to remain exactly where the truth had finally found her.
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