Chapter 1

During my annual checkup, the doctor found an ovarian cyst. She said it was nothing serious and suggested we monitor it at the next follow-up.

But my husband disagreed. He frowned and insisted I have surgery.

"Better safe than sorry. What if it gets worse? Trust me, Summer — let's just get it taken care of. I'll feel a lot better knowing you did."

Hard to say no to that kind of concern, so I ended up on the operating table. What I didn't expect was that the surgeon would be my husband's childhood sweetheart.

She streamed my entire surgery without my knowledge or consent, exposing me in front of over a hundred thousand people.

When I came out of anesthesia, my phone was flooded with disgusting messages from strange men.

I was ready to lose it and confront Sandra about what she did — but my husband and his mother blocked me.

"That was a contribution to medical education, Summer. How can you be so unreasonable? Honestly, the only reason you'd find anything wrong with it is if your own mind was in the gutter."

I lost my job. Then, in the depths of my depression, I swallowed a bottle of pills. As I lay there, I heard my mother-in-law laughing.

"After being exposed like that in front of everyone, she was already damaged goods. Honestly? Good riddance. Now Sandra can finally have what's hers."

When I opened my eyes again, I was back — the day my husband first pushed me toward surgery. This time, I said yes without hesitation. Then I turned around and went to find his mother.

"Mom, you really shouldn't keep putting it off. I went ahead and booked a surgery appointment for you."