My husband and son put me in prison, and I left them when I got out.

I was a renowned surgeon at Seaside Hospital. Three years ago, I fainted on the operating table due to an allergic reaction, and the patient couldn't be saved from the excessive bleeding. As the lead surgeon, I was prosecuted and sent to prison because of the family's influence, enduring three years of unimaginable torture.

The day I was released, my husband and son came to take me home. I was moved by their unwavering support and loved them even more, never doubting their words.

Until one day, I unintentionally overheard a conversation in the study between my husband and son: