Death By A Birthday Wish

My mother-in-law's brain was bleeding out, and my husband, Conrad, the city's top neurosurgeon, was the only one who could perform the surgery to save her.

In that desperate race against time, I called him over and over, my heart hammering against my ribs. But when the line finally connected, it wasn't his voice I heard. It was his obsession, Willow Vance.

"Oh, is that you, Natalie? Conrad is here celebrating my birthday. He accidentally spilled a drink and ruined his shirt, so he's in the sho