My husband worked three jobs and sold his pride to keep me alive through a failing heart, but the moment I finally woke up, his mother decided I was a debt he could no longer afford to pay, leading to a confrontation in a dark hospital pantry that changed everything forever. CHAPTER 1 The smell of a hospital at 3:00 AM is something that stays in your marrow. It’s a cocktail of floor wax, industrial-strength bleach, and the faint, metallic tang of blood and fear. I had lived in that smell for six