That voice—I’d know it anywhere. Brittany’s. The mistress.

To be honest, shock eclipsed anger in that moment. What kind of depravity, what level of insatiability drove these two wretched individuals to sneak off to the bathroom in my hospital room—while I was lying there, sick and medicated? The sheer brazenness…it left me speechless. Was there truly no limit to how low someone’s moral compass could falter?

I almost laughed—almost. But no, my body was ...