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The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1225    |    Released on: 14/06/2026

cked shut, the sound sealing Vivia

d the cold, professional ar

sweater and leggings, the simple

Mason set up his laptop at the kitchen island

ith their presence, fin

peatedly. Dr. Coleman's name flashed on the screen aga

tion to the refrigerator, pulling out fr

h aroma of searing beef, began to chase away

tuary. This was a

, Sterling's voic

d not known where she landed, how she survived, or who had slept in he

would take. The Carlisle name could open courtrooms, buy experts, frighten witnesses

hile stealing another woman's marriage would n

on the table and

n, with a thoughtful precision that was so lik

rs. Dubois, and ask if the boys could spend the weeke

e living room floor, assembling a

e warmth of their small bodies pressed against

.

of the Four Seasons Hot

the wall, the porcelain fragments sca

makeup had smudged into ugly dark crescents beneath her eyes, an

dare that woman humiliate us like this, Sterling? I

she is? She hears your name and suddenly she plays hard to get. I know that trick. Pre

more than she intended. It was, afte

her face contorting in a mask of pa

ng out at the city lights, a glass of whiskey swirli

, and the day had been filled with

patted Kara's shoulder, a perfunctory gesture of comfort. His eyes,

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words hit Sterling l

out of his life. Four years ago, Viv

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f her voice refused

second. Bare feet on marble. A raised c

Sterling's lips. A woman with som

," he said, putting a sardonic emphasis on the w

turned, and l

hooed the boys off to brush their teeth and tucked them into bed

self a much-needed glass of wine when she noticed the empty milk cart

our convenience store downstairs was stil

oat over her sweater, grabbed her

lway, a cold draft from the

the end of the corridor. The st

ed across the street, its engine idling,

unease ran do

g didn't know where she lived. He couldn't. She

ge Rovers pulled into the shadows across

his team emerged, moving with

ence store, Vivian picked up tw

ss door, and she shivered, an inexplicable s

wen and his men stepped o

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or. Eliminate

the other side of that door were an

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The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor
The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor
“Vivian was eight weeks pregnant, holding the warm ultrasound picture, ready to share the fragile secret with her billionaire husband, Sterling. But before she could speak, he tossed a thick document onto the marble table: DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE. "Kara's back," he stated coldly, referring to his childhood sweetheart. "I'm giving her the place she deserves." He demanded she vacate the penthouse immediately, leaving with absolutely nothing. She didn't cry or beg. She signed the papers, touched her flat stomach where his secret child grew, and walked out in her old trench coat. She blocked his number, vanished from New York, and spent the next four years building a new life in Geneva as a top-tier surgeon, raising their twin boys entirely alone. She thought she had finally escaped her past, until Sterling's bodyguards suddenly broke down her apartment door in the middle of the night. He had used his immense wealth and power to force the "genius Dr. Vivian" to treat Kara's ruined uterus. He was completely unaware that the masked, heavily accented doctor he was threatening was his discarded wife, or that his own flesh and blood were sleeping just down the hall. Watching him desperately lavish a manipulative liar with the tenderness he had always denied her, the last thread of Vivian's lingering pain simply vanished. She sent a single, encrypted text to a trusted friend. "The boys are safe. I'm ready to start Phase Two." She was done hiding. It was time to show him how a real war was fought.”