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

Chapter 7

Word Count: 1058 | Released on: 15/10/2026

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ra's heavy charcoal coat tighter around my silk slip

ear and who drives me home is none of your business anymore. Did you come all the way t

desperate, panicked edge to his anger. "I cut Vance's contract to remind you who protects you! You don't need Norto

e power to extort my best friend's business, and cut off my ado

told you, I just pity Karlie and take care of her! I haven't even to

h everything I had, staring at him

er to me anymore. My lawyer will deliver the di

e" hit him like

orce? Felicity, you think you can survive in Boston without me? Without the Pec

ithout wavering. "That's my pro

ped inside, and slammed it directly in his f

scrubs at the Boston Sports Medical Center, writi

kicked open my office

h-speed collision on I-93! They're ro

hart for a single seco

e shielded Ms. Nguyen in the passenger seat-she's completel

ap. "How heroic. Prep Trauma Three for d

e door to Trauma Three, and found Garold s

shredded at the right slee

d and pristine. She was weeping pitifully while

ping the tears from her cheek, his voice in

er, picked up heavy surgical shears, and slice

ooking up at me with dark, complic

swab soaked in iodine and shoved it directly in

x-foot-three frame locking up like concrete,

her own chest as if she were the one bleeding. "Can't you be a l

n. He glared at me, his jaw clenched. "Can't you put your jealousy a

professionalism as I scrubbed

trauma care, I can order general anesthesia and notify the pr

g with fresh tears. "Garold... it's

d toward the nursing station, my

. Call security and have this n

looking at Garold with wide

ked at Karlie, his tone softening slightly despite the pain. "Go wait

tly before walking out the double doors

fell de

ure through his torn dermis. The rhythm of the thread

strained. "You see me bleeding out on a gurney,

nylon thread, and stripped off my

hy for patients who

dry for seventy-two hours. Suture removal in ten days. If you want

hot out, locking around my waist like an iron clamp

ve of my neck, his voice trembli

wound yourself. If you don't show up, I'll liqui

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.”