Divorced And Reborn: The Masked Doctor's Return

Chapter 6

Word Count: 646 | Released on: 14/05/2026

to a halt just outside the main

curb. He is dressed in a baggy Thrasher hoodie, ripped jeans, and

on his wrist. His mother

e clinic doors, the roar of a high-

und garage exit, taking the corner so

e passenger side window

of a second. Sitting in the passenger seat of his mot

has his

a million calculations, cross-referencing genetic probabilities and

zzle together, the glass d

demon straight out of hell. He is barking orders into a he

strians and locks instantly onto t

ut everything that doesn't match his desperate search. The baggy hoodie, the ripped j

his knees on the dirty sidewalk and

expensive cedar and tobacco fills his nose. He tries to

vulnerability that shocks Leo. "Where did you go? Do

amber eyes. He recognizes this face from the

The sperm donor. The man

e boy in the car with his mothe

re t

s brilliant mind. He needs to get inside the Merritt

a traumatized child. He goes completely

ll. Guilt washes over him.

p to the curb. Cayden scoops Leo

den orders the driver. "M

ks down at the boy sitting next to him. His brow

. "Why are you wearing these

eye, his voice flat and monotone. "The bad men made

s. The explanation aligns perfectly with his assumpt

ow. Beneath the brim of his baseball cap, a co

jan Hor

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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.”