Divorced And Reborn: The Masked Doctor's Return

Chapter 3

Word Count: 589 | Released on: 14/05/2026

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ate jet screech against the tarm

choing in the crisp morning air. She wears a tailored black suit that hu

ded wife. She is Astrid. The ghost. T

d SUV. He hands her an encrypted tablet

t," Elie says, c

ms are severe: chronic migraines, insomnia, violent mood swings. The patie

d garage of a highly discreet pri

tor, is sweating through his suit

lls out a sleek, silver half-mask. She secures it o

he button for the penthouse floor. "Please

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ts, the specific way the men stand with their hands claspe

the heavy mahogany double doors at the end of the hall.

dark. Heavy blackout curtains b

the window, his back to the door. Smoke

thick carpet, her medica

eels, the man

the sharp angles of his jaw, the straig

art slams against her ribs so

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his mouth are carved deeper, and there i

an ashtray. His gaze sweeps

eryone is terrified of?" His

er knuckles turn white. The leather digs into her pal

ement of her tongue, producing a cli

r. The sheer physical dominance of the man

s down at her, his eyes locking onto hers

s darken with a sudden, restless confusion. Someth

s his hand, his long fingers reaching s

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“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.”