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After Dumping the Billionaire, the Genius Surgeon Makes a Powerful Comeback

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 692    |    Released on: 12/09/2026

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n't go downstairs to the kitchen t

edroom-my clothes, my skincare, my books-into suitcases, while Xavier slept. I looked

and locked the door from the inside.

tirely. The early morning New York air was crisp. I ran along the path in Central Park, feeling the sweat wash away t

made exactly one

She saw me and called out by habit, "

n, all household matters, including your breakfast, are your father's

disbelief. "Why? Mommy, are yo

picked up my purse and

She ran over to grab my hand,

rs old. You should learn to solve your own p

walked out th

th no Savannah there to comfort her. A pang of pity shot through me, but it wa

t district, a neighborhood filled with galleries and

g, good light, high security, long-term lease. Most i

agent looked hesitant, his eyes scanning my simple workout attire with a hint o

and placed it on his desk. "Rent is not an issue. I can sign

. His attitude changed completely. He immediately found the perfect listing: a long

ot as "Ms. M." The entire pr

ss I had built for my freedom. I stood in the empty space, sunlight flood

d my "Heartbreak Countdown" memo.

's morning

ating the facts. And facts, I was learn

u, the housekeeper. I declined

fairs of the Harrington house

ad just emptied, my husband was about to w

silence is the last gi

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After Dumping the Billionaire, the Genius Surgeon Makes a Powerful Comeback
After Dumping the Billionaire, the Genius Surgeon Makes a Powerful Comeback
“For five years, I buried my medical degree to be the perfect wife to Xavier and a devoted mother. But on our fifth anniversary, he left me waiting at a cold dinner table to celebrate his sister-in-law Savannah's success, taking our daughter with him. The humiliation only worsened from there. When our daughter had a 103-degree fever, he refused to come home, busy throwing a lavish party for Savannah instead. In front of flashing cameras, my own child publicly declared she wished her talented aunt was her mother, mocking me for being completely useless. "My mommy isn't as good as Auntie at anything. She's too embarrassed to come." Instead of defending me, my husband just smiled and agreed, letting me become the pathetic punchline of their perfect family portrait. Even my father demanded I hand over my late mother's house just to boost Savannah's rising star image. They had no idea that the legendary designer Savannah constantly plagiarized and idolized was actually me. Nor did they know I was a surgical prodigy handpicked by a world-renowned medical titan. The five years of sacrifice I poured into this ungrateful family suddenly felt like a sickening joke. I didn't cry or scream. I simply opened my phone and started a secret countdown of thirty heartbreaks. Then, I unlocked the dusty box holding my surgical scalpels and accepted a position at a top international hospital. It was time to stop being the unwanted Mrs. Harrington and become Dr. Sinclair again.”