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Divorced And Reborn: The Masked Doctor's Return

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 852    |    Released on: 14/05/2026

d folder hitting the floor besid

oice echoing from somewhere above her. "You h

slam shut. The electronic lock clicks, sea

est heaving. The bitter taste of th

nt instinct ove

e vase. She doesn't feel the cuts. She stumbles down the hallway, her hands

lain toilet. Without a second of hesitation,

ater, stinging with

craping the back of her tongue.

, tearing sound echoing in the tiled room. Sh

ter, she sees the half-dissolve

tire body shaking uncontrollably. She presses both hand

om her throat

o loved Cayden Merritt died on that living room floor. The wom

the pen lying next to the divorce papers. Her hand is st

lock on the f

when he sees her standing there, the signed paper

u still her

r eyes she used to get lost in

stomach acid. "But before I go, you need to know s

rms, looking at his

et a transplant from an anonymous donor." Katerina stare

s narrowing as he searches her face. For a fr

ping comes fr

s up with a text from Carmella. Katerina can

He tightened his grip on the phone, violently crushing the thought before it could take root. Carmella was the victim here. This was just

pocket. "You'll say anything to stay in this penthouse. Carmella donat

armella had stolen everythin

den orders the bodyguards.

toward the elevator. She doesn't fight them. She just turns h

e lobby and shove her th

and falls hard ont

tly soaking through her thin maternity dress. The cold bites into her bones. Pedestrians hurry p

ms around her belly. She starts walking, her

aybach glides through the rai

the shadows, his sharp features illuminated by the street

rman die?" Elie's voice is a low

ld fingers wrap tightly arou

" she

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Divorced And Reborn: The Masked Doctor's Return
Divorced And Reborn: The Masked Doctor's Return
“I was eight months pregnant, waiting on the sofa for my billionaire husband to come home. But when the heavy oak doors opened, Cayden threw a fake DNA test on the glass table, showing a zero percent probability of paternity. He accused me of carrying another man's bastard. I cried and begged, swearing I was framed by his childhood friend, Carmella. He didn't listen. Instead, he ordered his massive bodyguards to pin me down while a private doctor forced an abortion pill down my throat. "The Merritt family does not raise bastards. Get rid of it." He forced me to sign divorce papers and ordered his men to throw me out into the freezing storm. Before I was dragged away, I desperately told him the truth: I was the anonymous donor who gave him a kidney to save his life three years ago. He just sneered, saying Carmella had the surgical scar to prove she was the donor, and kicked me out to die. Lying in the freezing rain, vomiting up the half-dissolved poison to save my baby, I didn't understand how the man I loved could be so completely blind. How could he let that woman steal my kidney, my marriage, and murder his own flesh and blood? Five years later, I returned to New York not as his pathetic discarded wife, but as a top-tier medical fixer for the global elite. And my genius five-year-old son has already infiltrated his mansion, ready to tear his empire apart from the inside.”