The Surgeon's Betrayal: A Wife's Revenge

sharp, waited just outside the wrought-iron gates. I needed a job. My old life, the tech startup I'd poured my soul in

rickling in. Marketing director, project lead, consultant. My brain, once dulled by medication, was starting

, defiant flicker against the vast darkness Arthur had cast over my life. I allowed myself a moment to imagi

my mother, had helped us buy. It was freshly painted, a vibrant blue that assaulted my eyes. New curtains hung in the windows. Someon

. He needed capital for a groundbreaking surgery trial, something that could revolutionize cardiac care

very penny of the sale, her entire life savings, she poured into Arthur' s foundation. "For Arthur," sh

kidney disease. His brilliant career, his future, was hanging by a thread.

ce firm, unwavering. "I'm older. He has so much more to give." She d

ublic. I liquidated every asset, every stock, every dime. I poured it all into his medical bills, his

nowned surgeon everyone predicted, heralded as a

rything she had, we gave it to him. For this? For a dog' s memorial? For

omach churn. I stumbled, leaning against a l

was punctuated only by the distant hum of traffic. Just as I was drifting into a f

he device, my hands clammy. The screen lit up, a blinding ass

l media persona shattered. "My Princess Fluffykins," she choked out between gasps. "Someone... someone desecrated her grave. My

elty!" "Psychopath!" "Find her!" Within minutes, my name, my old company, my brief

Who would do

he crazy ex-CEO! She was

re this. This woman needs

m my grasp. The screen, alive with flickering wo