My husband Ethan Kosters and I are the model couple at the hospital. I'm the best doctor in the Obstetrics Department, while he's a surgical genius. I always believed I married for love, until a colleague accidentally discovered surveillance footage showing my husband embracing and kissing an intern in an empty hospital room. When I confronted him in devastation, he casually replied: "She won't affect your position." The next day, a patient in my department went into labor. Before I entered the operating room, the patient's family member grabbed me and pleaded. "This is your Cardiac Surgery Department doctor Ethan Kosters' child. Please do your best." I realized the woman on the operating table was my husband's childhood sweetheart. I was about to deliver my husband's child with another woman. Only then did I understand that beyond betrayal lies even deeper betrayal.