The Surgeon's Cold, Calculated Resolve

e the mother of the woman who killed my

hat would ruin her future. I performed the surgery, saving the life of

bermans maul my hands, the ten-million-dollar hands that had saved

me for dead on a deserted road

all at the hands of the man who swore to love and pro

a cold, calculated resolve settled deep in my bone

but steady. "I'm ready. I want him

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and, 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

gue, not from a complex surgery, but from the raw, soul-shredding fear he poured into my world. He had just demand

any scalpel. He stood there, impeccable in his tailored suit, a picture of calm malice. His eyes were cold, distant,

were muffled by the grainy video feed, but I could hear them in my mind, screaming. Clark had fabricated a video, a

e, or hers." He gestured vaguely towards the screen, then pointed a finger, almost casual

pat the words, my voice hoarse. "How could you do this? To Anissa? To me?" My hands clenched, the blood draining f

actly why. Your sister made a mistake. And you, my dear, owe me. You owe us."

You're forcing me to save the mother of the woman who destroyed my family. Th

ed. She walked away, not a scratch, while my mother bled out on the asphalt. I remembered the shattered g

were too powerful. Each door I knocked on slammed shut. Each legal avenue I explored led to a dead end. Clark had been t

ospital, my colleagues, they saw me as unstable, unprofessional. They stripped me of my most challenging cases, t

as on my operating table. A rare, aggressive brain tumor. Only I had the expertise to

ked away, ready to face any consequence. But Clark. He always had another card up his sle

nd, but a monster. A puppeteer, pulling strings, and I was just another one of his puppets. Aurora. It was always Au

ison. Make your decision. Anissa's call will go public in ten minutes. Her pain is already

ace flashed before my eyes again. I heard her silent scream. My sister.

protect her. You promised you'd take care of us." The memories of whisper

the screen, ticking down. Each second was a

eclipsed everything else. Even my hatred. "Fine," I choked out, the word a pois

sive gesture. "Good girl. You always were so predictable." He walked to a side table, p

mother. My hands, once symbols of healing, now felt like instruments of my own damnation. My heart was a

usual precision. I had saved her. I had saved the mother of my enemy. My body ached, my mind was numb.

t was Clark. My heart plummeted.

he alright?" My voic

chuckle. "Oh, Addison. You real

ering to the floor. The sound was deafening.

hoing in the empty hallway. "You promi

me, my blood pounding in my ears. I knew where she would be. The old abandoned bridge. Anis

ecariously on the edge, silhouetted against the

e was raw, tearing, but it was too late. She turned

rely audible. "He won. I can't live

t! We can fight him! Just come back to me!" My hands, the han

l smile, and a single tear traced a path d

void where my sister had

. Clark's guards. Always there, always watching. They held me as I thrashed, my screams t

of this monster. My world was a wasteland. My heart was a shattered mess.

nimaginable pain. Darkness enveloped me, a merciful

liar, yet alien, landscape. My throat was raw, my eyes swollen and dry. My bo

e. There was only one call I needed to make. One number I had saved five

teady, a lifeline in my storm. "Addison? Is every

estroyed. Every last piece of him. Are you still offering that job

assuring. "Always, Addison. Consider

s. My next call was to my divorce lawyer. It was time to sever