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

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 796    |    Released on: 12/09/2026

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the design of a necklace whe

saw a delivery man holding a

ce flat. "You have the wrong addr

his tablet. "Is this for Mrs. Harrington?

e. Xavier? Did he really think a bouquet of

. Harrington. And I'm telling you I did not order those flowe

the bewildered man walked away with the bouquet

and returned to my work. These desi

evening, my phone vibrated. It w

tiously. The me

annual summit of the American Academy of Neuro

, unlocking a part of my memor

ngest-ever head of the Horizon Medical Research Institute and

've rejected me many times over the years, but I still believe y

t five years, he had sent the same invitation before ever

time was

oment's hesitation. "

typed one more sentence. "And one mor

roduction to a new ally. He was the first person, besides me, to know my definitive plan.

lmost immediate

barely concealed excitement, came throug

said. "Co

Truly, I'm happy for you. After the summit, come work at my

it. I don't want any special treatment. If I co

it's official website and registered

urosurgery from the past five years. The knowledge was still there, branded int

ably still furious over

wn together, loosening his tie, going over and over in hi

er understand wh

nor did I have any expectatio

e nothing more than another one of his usual tactics. He wanted to make me soft

ady made up my

e, I wasn't

ooking for me, and I didn't make any attempt to speak to him either. We still lived

wondering what

he would continue waiti

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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.”