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

Chapter 2

Word Count: 577 | Released on: 15/10/2026

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ove to the TD Garden arena. I needed the hard copies of the team's injury assessment re

the underground elevator. The doors

and pushed open the heavy

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right smile froze, instantly repl

ld's black-and-gold #88 Bruins jersey. It was comically oversiz

d, my voice as cold a

ey. "Felicity... please don't misunderstand. My period suddenly starte

oe-like eyes. "He went down to the convenie

looking at her pa

ore; the sheer absurdity of it

e so severe I was covered in cold sweat after a grueling surgery. Garold would on

ire captain was personally running errands

ed in the corr

rold's close buddy, strolled toward the ope

to buy a simple pad? Are you getting

is throat the second he saw

throat, avoiding my eyes, and practically sprin

before she could speak, a mas

as G

lastic bag-undoubtedly filled

flicker of genuine guilt crossed his face, but i

voice dropping to a harsh rumble. "Felici

into a mocking smile. I walked over to the built-in cabinet, un

seeing the great Captain Peck personally running

to whisper coldly, "Just don't dirty my

pond, I walked out and slammed the heavy

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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.”