One Dollar For Pity: The Surgeon Returns

Chapter 3

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the edge of a cheap mattress in

or a fleeting moment to check a sa

t the hospital keeping me compa

ngs turned to ice. She locked the screen,

pital in Manhattan. She pulled her coat collar up and kep

glass doors, she walked straig

ge security guards stepped in f

oice muffled by her collar. "Cindy J

o bypass Conrad's general lockdown. She looked Elisa up and down with a judgmental sneer a

orridor. The thick carpet ab

e end of the hall. The heavy wooden

e door. She stood perfectly still

d up against lace pillows, wearing a silk h

a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. His large, powerf

y whispered, her voice trembling. "T

er shoulders in, pressing he

hand. He stroked Cindy's hair.

a tone Elisa had never heard directed at her. "I

ough wet eyelashes. "Do you think Eli

vanished from his face, replaced by pure venom. "Elisa

nd I woke up was the best decision I've ever made. As so

lt as if a giant hand had reached through her

r shoulder blades hit the col

nge flames ripped through her brain. She saw her own hands, covered

behind her temples. The traum

hed. The lingering ache in her chest evapor

of vulnerability d

e collar of her coat. Her move

ote bag. Inside rested a thick stack of legal

her pointed heel directly at th

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Alexa Billionaires

“For three years, I played the role of a devoted, naive wife to billionaire Conrad Whitney. I hid my true identity and foolishly believed in our fairy tale. Then he handed me a harsh divorce agreement, ordering me to sign and walk away with absolutely nothing. He was leaving me to marry Cindy, the fragile woman he claimed had saved him from a fire. He expected me to cry and beg. Instead, he watched coldly as Cindy and her family illegally transferred my father's trust fund. When I confronted them at the hospital, Conrad shielded her, calling me a greedy, toxic viper. He mocked me, completely blind to the fact that Cindy was a fraud. He truly believed I was just a pathetic, useless housewife who would be utterly destroyed without his money and status. I looked at the man I had actually dragged out of that burning debris with my own soot-covered hands. My trauma, my sacrifices, and my love had all been reduced to a joke by his sheer arrogance and a few fake tears from a manipulative liar. I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly signed the papers, drugged his wine, and left a crumpled one-dollar bill on his unconscious chest with a sticky note mocking his terrible service. Then, I picked up my encrypted phone. It was time for the world's top surgeon, Dr. Hades, to return, and for Conrad to finally see the god he had just thrown away.”