He takes his wife to the emergency room… but he never imagined he had evidence that would ruin him forever.

“My wife! She… fell down the stairs!” he shouted, staggering back and holding the limp woman in his arms.

His name, the nurse in charge of the front desk soon discovered, was Derek Vaughn. Thirty-five years old. Athletic build. Well-groomed yet studied. His voice trembled in all the right places, his breathing was labored, and his face was flushed. He looked the very picture of a husband in the grip of panic.