Done With My Doctor Wife

I was scheduled for a partial stomach resection, and my wife, Lyra, had promised to stay by my side the entire time. Yet, when I was wheeled out, she was nowhere to be seen.

The surgeon looked behind me in surprise. "Didn't Dr. Vance come to be with you?"

I dialed Lyra's number, only to hear her ex-boyfriend's voice coming through the speaker. "Lyra, baby, could you grab my boxers for me?"

Lyra's voice rushed over the line in a flustered hurry. "Curtis injured his leg, Rowan. I'm his doctor,