No More Your Scorned Wife The Medical Empress Returns

Through the crystal-clear glass of Metropolitan Hospital's most exclusive VIP ward, Amelia Grace Brown watched her world crumble in real time.

Damian Wright-her husband of four long, lonely years-sat beside the hospital bed like a devoted lover, his strong hands trembling as they smoothed back platinum blonde hair that caught the afternoon light like spun gold.

Those same hands had never once touched Amelia with such reverence.

Not even on their wedding night.

"Shh, darling," his deep voice was raw with emotion as he whispered to the pale woman on the bed. "You're going to be okay. I promise you, Sophia. I won't let anything happen to you."

Darling. The endearment hit Amelia like a physical blow, stealing the breath from her lungs.

In four years of marriage, Damian had never called her anything but her name-and lately, not even that.

She'd become YOU or worse, nothing at all, as if she were invisible furniture in their shared penthouse.

Sophia Martinez stirred weakly, her green eyes fluttering open to focus on Damian's face.

Even wracked with pain and illness, she was breathtakingly beautiful-the prima ballerina who had captured Damian's heart a decade ago, then broken it when she'd chosen her career over him.

Now she was back, and clearly, she intended to reclaim what she'd left behind.

"Don't leave me," Sophia whispered, her voice fragile as butterfly wings.

"Never," Damian promised fiercely, pressing her pale hand to his lips. "I've waited five years for you to come home. I'm not going anywhere."

The raw emotion in his voice-love, devotion, desperate fear-made Amelia's chest constrict with a pain sharper than any scalpel she'd ever wielded.

This was how a man looked at the woman he loved.

This was how a man sounded when his heart was breaking.

She'd been a fool to think he might ever look at her that way.

The irony was suffocating.

Four years ago, when Harrison Wright had introduced his grandson to her, Amelia had thought she was living a fairy tale.

The legendary businessman had nearly died on her operating table, and during his recovery, he'd grown genuinely fond of her.

"My grandson needs someone with substance," Harrison had said, his weathered face kind but determined. "Not another vapid socialite. Someone who understands the value of life, who fights to save it every day."

What a romantic fool she'd been, believing that arranged marriages could bloom into love. That patience and devotion could eventually crack the ice around Damian's heart.