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The Surgeon's Cold, Calculated Resolve

The Surgeon's Cold, Calculated Resolve

Gavin
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My husband, Clark, gave me a choice: save the mother of the woman who killed my own, or he would destroy my sister's life. He held a fabricated video over my sister Anissa's head, a cruel lie that would ruin her future. I performed the surgery, saving the life of my enemy's mother, but the blackmail drove Anissa to take her own life. When I confronted him, he didn't just break my heart. He had his Dobermans maul my hands, the ten-million-dollar hands that had saved countless lives, shattering the bones and ending my career forever. He then threw me out, leaving me for dead on a deserted road after I was brutally attacked. I had lost my mother, my sister, and my life's work, all at the hands of the man who swore to love and protect me, the man I once saved on the operating table. But as I lay in a hospital bed for the last time, a cold, calculated resolve settled deep in my bones. I made a single phone call to a man from my past. "Apollo," I whispered, my voice raw but steady. "I'm ready. I want him destroyed. Every last piece of him."

Betrayal Revenge Rebirth Revenge Personal growth
Chapter 26
11-27 10:35

Chapter 1

My husband, Clark, gave me a choice: save the mother of the woman who killed my own, or he would destroy my sister's life.

He held a fabricated video over my sister Anissa's head, a cruel lie that would ruin her future. I performed the surgery, saving the life of my enemy's mother, but the blackmail drove Anissa to take her own life.

When I confronted him, he didn't just break my heart. He had his Dobermans maul my hands, the ten-million-dollar hands that had saved countless lives, shattering the bones and ending my career forever.

He then threw me out, leaving me for dead on a deserted road after I was brutally attacked.

I had lost my mother, my sister, and my life's work, all at the hands of the man who swore to love and protect me, the man I once saved on the operating table.

But as I lay in a hospital bed for the last time, a cold, calculated resolve settled deep in my bones. I made a single phone call to a man from my past.

"Apollo," I whispered, my voice raw but steady. "I'm ready. I want him destroyed. Every last piece of him."

Chapter 1

Addison POV:

The acid taste of betrayal was already in my mouth, burning, but nothing prepared me for the sickening lurch in my stomach as Clark Barr, my husband, kicked the door to my private infirmary wide open. He didn't just open it. He slammed it against the wall, the sound echoing the violence he wielded, even against inanimate objects. He didn't even bother to look at me, his eyes already on the monitors displaying Anissa's terrified face.

My hands, insured for ten million dollars, the tools that had saved countless lives, were trembling. Not from fatigue, not from a complex surgery, but from the raw, soul-shredding fear he poured into my world. He had just demanded I save Aurora Carter' s mother, the woman whose daughter killed my own mother. And he thought he could force me.

"You have a choice, Addison," Clark's voice was low, almost a purr, but it bit into the sterile air more sharply than any scalpel. He stood there, impeccable in his tailored suit, a picture of calm malice. His eyes were cold, distant, like looking into a deep, dark well. He barely acknowledged my presence, only the fear he saw reflected in the screen.

On the screen, Anissa, my younger sister, was crying. She was trapped, alone, her face bruised. Her pleas for help were muffled by the grainy video feed, but I could hear them in my mind, screaming. Clark had fabricated a video, a lie, to destroy her life, to destroy my life. He held my sister's reputation, her entire future, in his cruel hands.

"Choose, Addison," he repeated, his gaze finally flicking to me, thin and sharp. "Her life, or hers." He gestured vaguely towards the screen, then pointed a finger, almost casually, at the still form of Aurora' s mother on the gurney. "Save one. Let the other suffer."

Rage, cold and pure, surged through me. My throat was tight, choked with unspoken accusations. "How dare you?" I spat the words, my voice hoarse. "How could you do this? To Anissa? To me?" My hands clenched, the blood draining from my knuckles. He was making me choose between my sister' s future and a woman who represented everything I hated.

"How could I?" Clark scoffed, a sneer twisting his perfect lips. "You know exactly why. Your sister made a mistake. And you, my dear, owe me. You owe us." His eyes lingered on Aurora' s mother, a possessive, unsettling glint in them.

"Owe you?" The words were poisoned as they left my lips. "I owe you nothing! You're forcing me to save the mother of the woman who destroyed my family. The woman who killed my mother!" The memory was a fresh wound, always bleeding.

My mother' s death. Four years ago. A drunk driver. Aurora Carter. The golden girl, untouchable, privileged. She walked away, not a scratch, while my mother bled out on the asphalt. I remembered the shattered glass, the twisted metal, the sickening silence afterward. The world stopped that day. My world, at least.

I had tried everything. Lawyers, police, a desperate plea for justice. But Aurora' s family, Clark' s connections, they were too powerful. Each door I knocked on slammed shut. Each legal avenue I explored led to a dead end. Clark had been there, a shadow in the background, subtly pulling strings, manipulating the system to protect her. He always protected her.

My career, the one I had built brick by painful brick, suffered. I spoke out, I raged against the injustice. My hospital, my colleagues, they saw me as unstable, unprofessional. They stripped me of my most challenging cases, then slowly, imperceptibly, marginalized me. I lost my standing, my reputation, all because I dared to seek justice.

And now this. A twisted cosmic joke. Aurora' s mother, a woman I didn' t even know, was on my operating table. A rare, aggressive brain tumor. Only I had the expertise to attempt such a delicate surgery. Only I could save her. The irony was a bitter pill.

I had initially refused, of course. My conscience, my grief, would not allow it. I' d walked away, ready to face any consequence. But Clark. He always had another card up his sleeve. He' d had me brought here, to this private, isolated facility. Not asked, but forced.

It was then, in this sterile prison, that I finally saw him for what he truly was. Not the man I loved, not my husband, but a monster. A puppeteer, pulling strings, and I was just another one of his puppets. Aurora. It was always Aurora. I was just a substitute, a more accomplished version of the woman he truly desired, the one he could never have.

Clark leaned in, his voice a low growl that vibrated through me. "Time is running out, Addison. Make your decision. Anissa's call will go public in ten minutes. Her pain is already on a loop, isn't it?" He gestured to the silent screen, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

A choked sob escaped me. Not for myself, but for Anissa. Her terrified face flashed before my eyes again. I heard her silent scream. My sister. My bright, vulnerable sister. He wouldn't just ruin her, he'd break her.

"You promised," I whispered, the words barely audible. "You promised you'd protect her. You promised you'd take care of us." The memories of whispered vows, of tender embraces, felt like a lifetime ago. A cruel phantom limb.

He ignored me, his gaze fixed on the timer on the screen, ticking down. Each second was a hammer blow to my soul. "The clock, Addison."

My resolve shattered. The love for my sister, the burning need to protect her, eclipsed everything else. Even my hatred. "Fine," I choked out, the word a poison in my throat. "I'll do it. Just... don't hurt her. Please, don't hurt Anissa."

A flicker of something-satisfaction? triumph?-crossed Clark's face. He nodded, a dismissive gesture. "Good girl. You always were so predictable." He walked to a side table, picked up a glass of champagne, and took a slow, deliberate sip. "A wise choice, my dear."

I didn' t answer. I couldn't. I just stood there, staring at the gurney, at the woman who was Aurora' s mother. My hands, once symbols of healing, now felt like instruments of my own damnation. My heart was a frozen, brittle thing in my chest. The operating theater lights felt like spotlights on my humiliation.

Hours later, the surgery was a success. My hands, despite the tremor in my soul, had moved with their usual precision. I had saved her. I had saved the mother of my enemy. My body ached, my mind was numb. I leaned against a sterile wall, trying to breathe, trying to comprehend the depth of what I had done.

The phone in my pocket buzzed. It was Clark. My heart plummeted. He had promised. He had promised.

"Clark? Anissa? Is she alright?" My voice was just a whisper.

His answer was a low, chilling chuckle. "Oh, Addison. You really thought I would keep my word?"

The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor. The sound was deafening. My world tilted. No. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

"You bastard!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the empty hallway. "You promised! Where is she? What have you done?"

No answer. Only the dial tone, cold and mocking. I ran, my surgical scrubs flapping around me, my blood pounding in my ears. I knew where she would be. The old abandoned bridge. Anissa always went there when she was upset. It was a place where she felt she could disappear.

I saw her immediately. A tiny figure, perched precariously on the edge, silhouetted against the bruised evening sky. My sister. My sweet Anissa.

"Anissa! No! Please, honey, don't do this!" My voice was raw, tearing, but it was too late. She turned her head, her face pale and swollen, her eyes empty.

"Addy," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "He won. I can't live with this. I can't. I'm so sorry."

"No! Anissa, please! Just tell me what happened! We can fix it! We can fight him! Just come back to me!" My hands, the hands that had just saved a life, reached out, desperate, futile.

She smiled then, a heart-breaking, ethereal smile, and a single tear traced a path down her cheek. "I love you, Addy. Be free."

And then she was gone. A void where my sister had been. A sickening splash.

"ANISSA!" I screamed, rushing forward, but strong arms wrapped around me, holding me back. Clark's guards. Always there, always watching. They held me as I thrashed, my screams tearing through the night. They held me as I watched the dark water swallow my sister whole.

My mother. And now Anissa. Both gone. Both taken by the cruel machinations of this monster. My world was a wasteland. My heart was a shattered mess. I had nothing left. Nothing but the burning, scorching inferno of hatred.

My body gave out. The grief, the shock, the sheer unimaginable pain. Darkness enveloped me, a merciful blanket over a world that had become a living hell.

I woke in a hospital bed, the sterile white walls and beeping machines a familiar, yet alien, landscape. My throat was raw, my eyes swollen and dry. My body felt heavy, disconnected. They told me I had been unconscious for two days.

I reached for the bedside table, my hand shaking, and fumbled for my phone. There was only one call I needed to make. One number I had saved five years ago, a contingency plan I never thought I'd activate. Apollo Hammond.

He answered on the second ring, his voice calm, steady, a lifeline in my storm. "Addison? Is everything alright? I haven't heard from you in years."

"Apollo," I whispered, the name a prayer. "I'm ready. I want him destroyed. Every last piece of him. Are you still offering that job?" My voice was flat, devoid of emotion, but the intent was clear.

A pause, then his voice, firm and reassuring. "Always, Addison. Consider it done. Just tell me what you need."

I hung up, a cold, calculated resolve settling deep in my bones. My next call was to my divorce lawyer. It was time to sever every single tie to the man who had taken everything from me.

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