Broken By Love, Reborn In Fire

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The video that destroyed my career was leaked by the man I loved, Adrian Hoffman. He did it so his childhood sweetheart, Ashley, could steal the promotion I had earned. But the betrayal was far more twisted than I could have imagined. I discovered that for three years, the man in my bed wasn't Adrian. It was his identical twin brother, Dean, playing a sick, cruel game. Their plot didn't stop there. They framed me for plagiarism, then held me down on a surgical table to forcibly harvest my skin for Ashley after she disfigured herself to set me up. They even had me thrown in a military prison on false charges. My career, my body, my freedom-all sacrificed for another woman's ambition. I was nothing but a pawn. So I vanished. I cut off all contact and fled to a war zone in Syria, vowing to never return.

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Chapter 17

11-04 09:26

Chapter 1

The video that destroyed my career was leaked by the man I loved, Adrian Hoffman. He did it so his childhood sweetheart, Ashley, could steal the promotion I had earned.

But the betrayal was far more twisted than I could have imagined. I discovered that for three years, the man in my bed wasn't Adrian. It was his identical twin brother, Dean, playing a sick, cruel game.

Their plot didn't stop there. They framed me for plagiarism, then held me down on a surgical table to forcibly harvest my skin for Ashley after she disfigured herself to set me up.

They even had me thrown in a military prison on false charges.

My career, my body, my freedom-all sacrificed for another woman's ambition. I was nothing but a pawn.

So I vanished. I cut off all contact and fled to a war zone in Syria, vowing to never return.

Chapter 1

The video that destroyed my career was leaked by the man I loved.

That's the simple, brutal truth of it.

Just last night, I was a surgical resident at New York Presbyterian, competing for the single, coveted Chief Resident position. Today, my life isn't just unfolding differently; it has been detonated.

It started with a grainy, poorly lit clip of me, drunk at a party a few weeks ago, dancing on a table. It was stupid, reckless, but harmless. Except the video, leaked to the hospital's board and every gossip blog in the city, painted me as irresponsible, unprofessional. Unfit.

My reputation was shredded in hours. The board called an emergency meeting. My candidacy for Chief Resident was revoked.

The photos that accompanied the video were worse. Intimate. Private. Photos I'd only ever sent to Adrian Hoffman. Photos he had coaxed out of me, whispering promises of how beautiful I was, how much he loved seeing every part of me.

The cold dread that filled me was absolute. The realization that he was the only one who had them.

I ran to his apartment, my heart pounding with a sick, frantic rhythm. I was going to scream, to cry, to demand an explanation.

But I stopped outside his door. I heard voices.

His, and another one, almost identical.

"Did you see her face?" the second voice said, laced with a lazy, cruel amusement. "She looked like she was going to cry right there in the hallway."

"It's done, Dean," Adrian's voice replied, sharp and impatient. "Ashley will get the spot. That's all that matters."

"Sure, sure. But we can't be done with her just yet. She's too much fun." That was Dean. His identical twin brother. The wild, thrill-seeking artist. The man I now realized had been impersonating Adrian in our bed for the better part of three years.

My blood turned to ice.

"I have to admit," Dean continued, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive purr that made my stomach churn, "she's incredible. The way she moans when you touch her just right... I'm not ready to give that up."

I recognized that purr. I recognized the specific cadence of his words when he was trying to be seductive. It wasn't Adrian. It had never been Adrian.

"We're breaking up with her after Ashley's appointment is official," Adrian said, his tone final. "I'm going to ask Ashley out. Properly this time."

A chorus of whoops and cheers erupted from inside the apartment. Friends. Our friends.

"It's about damn time, man!" someone shouted. "You've been hung up on Ashley since we were kids!"

"Had to get that Chief Resident spot for her, didn't you?" another voice chimed in. "Poor Ava. She never even stood a chance. Just a pawn in the game."

The world tilted on its axis. Every whispered "I love you," every shared secret, every tender touch-it was all a lie. A calculated, cruel performance. My love, my body, my career-all sacrificed on the altar of his ambition for another woman.

I didn't scream. I didn't cry.

I turned and ran. I ran until my lungs burned and my legs gave out. As I collapsed on a park bench, gasping for air, my phone rang. It was my father, a stern, decorated general who valued the family's honor above all else.

His voice was like a whip crack over the phone. "You have disgraced this family. The video, the photos... it's a humiliation."

"Dad, I-"

"I don't want to hear it," he cut me off. "I have arranged for you to be transferred. A medical mission. Overseas. You will leave tomorrow, and you will not come back until you have redeemed yourself."

He was disowning me. Casting me out.

"Fine," I whispered, my heart a dead weight in my chest. "I'll go."

And I made a promise to myself right then, a vow sealed in the depths of my despair.

"And I will never, ever come back."