His Mistress Killed Our Twins, I Killed His Future

My husband is the best heart surgeon in the state. But he and his mistress killed our twin sons on the operating table—then called it an accident. While I was holding two urns, they were watching Disney fireworks. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I signed the divorce papers, put both their names on a one-way assignment to Africa, and waited. He has no idea what I'm about to do. And I'm just getting started.