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My Ex-Husband's Regret: The Surgeon's Return

Author: Flying Free

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1041 | Released on: 15/10/2026

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ng at the scrub sink when my husband, Garold Peck, suddenly kicked open the emergency room do

e building down!" Nurse supervisor Sarah was pr

a pair of purple surgical gloves over my raw knuckles, and sa

he air around the triage de

sive hands-the same hands that had beaten opponents bloody on the ice-were now c

versized black-and-gold hockey jacket, her honey-blonde curls spi

s cut through the flurry of terrified

d, my voice a dead, clinical flatline. "This i

lue eyes were rimmed with tears, her lower lip tr

ld. It's all my fault. I was just so clu

f my lips. "It's Dr. Roman to you, Ms. N

He took a step forward, casting a heavy shadow over m

permanent ligament damage from a lack of circulation, put her down

ing staff behind the desk. No one in Boston dared

cles grinding. Finally, he set K

his jacket, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Garold, don't fight wit

tepped up to the edge of the gurney and

lie let out a soft, pitiful hiss, shrinking ba

clamped down around my le

eavy, sending a sh

?!" his voice droppe

ub sleeve. My own husband was willing to bruise my wrist

e sprain of the anterior talofibular ligament. If you had driven ten mi

y red. Her fingers dug so hard into the

ent, scribbling on the chart without looking back. "Give her a

voice trembling. "My foot feels so cold. I

ribs were fractured on the ice, the man who coldly ordered his assistant to hand

g with a sickeningly sweet tenderness I had

, suffocating wave of acid. It w

d walked straight into

Just as I unclasped my hair, the heavy metal door of the

ed against my back. He grabbed my chin

ie is out there crying because of your brutal attitude. She has always adm

r thirteen years, and a sudden, vi

human lives, and you want me to apologize to a ma

e dripped with cruel threat. "If you don't go apologize, I will pull Peck Group

didn't even fe

olute, dead calm, a shar

lating pupils, my voice dripping with pure mockery. "Go ahead. Do it. I'd love to see if tomorrow's Boston headline

face turn

at the door, "get the he

Chapter End

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“"Take the dress off and give it to her." At a star-studded gala, my billionaire secret husband stood shielding his delicate rumored mistress, staring at me with cold authority. "She likes it. Take it off. Don't be so petty. Otherwise, your best friend's brand will be dead by morning." Looking at the man I had loved for thirteen years, I suddenly felt nothing but a wave of pure disgust. "Sure." I smirked, and in front of the city's elite, I poured my full glass of champagne directly over his bespoke leather shoes. Then, I reached behind my back, unzipped the gown, and let the $60,000 velvet pool at my ankles. Amidst the gasps of the entire ballroom, I walked out into the freezing blizzard wearing nothing but a thin silk slip, clinging to the arm of his fiercest rival. Later, he thought cutting off my abusive family's funding and buying the deed to my dead mother's house would force me to crawl back to him like a dog. The next day, he blocked my path with condescending arrogance. "Are you done throwing this tantrum? Come home." My answer was a "PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE" slammed hard against his chest. At that moment, the ruthless hockey tyrant, who wouldn't blink at a broken rib on the ice, locked his eyes on the glaring, ambiguous red bite mark on my neck. His facade finally shattered. "Whose mark is that on your neck?!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot, trembling as he reached for my hand. I stepped back in pure disgust, my red lips curving into a smirk. "Move, ex-husband. You're blocking my way to my next date." This time, I'm not just dumping this blind bastard. I'm going to make him watch as I crush everything he is so proud of beneath my heels.”