Betrayed By Love, Reborn Stronger

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The scalpel felt wrong in my hand, cold and alien. "Sarah, we're ready. It's time." My husband, Dr. Mark Johnson, stood beside me, his voice a smooth, confident hum. This was the moment. The surgery on my own father. The moment that, in another life, had destroyed me completely. I dropped the scalpel. "I can't do it," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. A flash of memory, vivid and real, flooded my mind: an orange jumpsuit, camera flashes, a "Guilty" verdict. I remembered dying alone in a prison cell, my name a synonym for malpractice and murder. A monster who killed her own father on the operating table. Why was I reliving this? I'd changed things. I hadn't operated. I'd deliberately injured my hand, smashing it against a metal basin to avoid that fate. Yet here I was, surrounded by public scorn, branded a "psycho doctor" and a "murderer" by a baying mob, all orchestrated by Mark and my mother, Eleanor. They even produced a manufactured video of me botching the surgery-a doppelganger, a staged performance meant to frame me. This was my second chance, but it felt like a replay of my death. They thought they had me trapped again, burying me under fabricated evidence and public hatred. But I had a secret weapon, a desperate, wild gamble up my sleeve, a suspicion rooted in old family secrets. When the autopsy results came in, Mark and Eleanor believed they had fully sealed my fate. They brought out reports of my fingerprints on the scalpel, a massive overdose of a powerful opioid, and a fake email from my deleted files-a confession to a mercy killing for insurance money. They had built an airtight case. Despair washed over me. I was going to lose. Again. But then, a thought clicked. A distant cousin from my mother' s side. The truth began to crystallize, sickening and monstrous. My only way out was to play their game, just for a little longer. "I'll confess," I croaked, my mind racing. "But I have one condition. One last request. Just let me see him one last time. Let me say goodbye at the funeral home. Alone." They thought it was the last gasp of a defeated woman. They were wrong. This was my opening.

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Chapter 10

07-07 18:43

Introduction

The scalpel felt wrong in my hand, cold and alien. "Sarah, we're ready. It's time." My husband, Dr. Mark Johnson, stood beside me, his voice a smooth, confident hum.

This was the moment. The surgery on my own father. The moment that, in another life, had destroyed me completely. I dropped the scalpel.

"I can't do it," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. A flash of memory, vivid and real, flooded my mind: an orange jumpsuit, camera flashes, a "Guilty" verdict. I remembered dying alone in a prison cell, my name a synonym for malpractice and murder. A monster who killed her own father on the operating table.

Why was I reliving this? I'd changed things. I hadn't operated. I'd deliberately injured my hand, smashing it against a metal basin to avoid that fate. Yet here I was, surrounded by public scorn, branded a "psycho doctor" and a "murderer" by a baying mob, all orchestrated by Mark and my mother, Eleanor. They even produced a manufactured video of me botching the surgery-a doppelganger, a staged performance meant to frame me.

This was my second chance, but it felt like a replay of my death. They thought they had me trapped again, burying me under fabricated evidence and public hatred. But I had a secret weapon, a desperate, wild gamble up my sleeve, a suspicion rooted in old family secrets.

When the autopsy results came in, Mark and Eleanor believed they had fully sealed my fate. They brought out reports of my fingerprints on the scalpel, a massive overdose of a powerful opioid, and a fake email from my deleted files-a confession to a mercy killing for insurance money. They had built an airtight case.

Despair washed over me. I was going to lose. Again. But then, a thought clicked. A distant cousin from my mother' s side. The truth began to crystallize, sickening and monstrous. My only way out was to play their game, just for a little longer.

"I'll confess," I croaked, my mind racing. "But I have one condition. One last request. Just let me see him one last time. Let me say goodbye at the funeral home. Alone." They thought it was the last gasp of a defeated woman. They were wrong. This was my opening.