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

Chapter 9

Word Count: 819 | Released on: 15/10/2026

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g at him coldly. "I'm not interested

ght. "You're a doctor. Come with me and make sure sh

out of the master suite, down the marble stairs, an

the high-performance engine roaring as he tore through the midnight

n was de

indow, pulling the heavy wool collar

a halt in front of a glass-fronted resident

nto the lobby. I followed three paces be

was huddled on a velvet sofa in an over

erior glass door had already been chased away by the

she let out a sob and thr

came... I thought he w

g shoulders, his voice full of urgent conc

. "I was just so terrified... the on

ted past his should

ction of a second. "Dr. Roma

from the marble entryway. "Mr. Peck insisted I come make sure h

her eyes darting b

e locked onto the

my coat had shifted, exposing the dark red, unm

screaming, she covered her mouth, her v

eone hurt you? Garold, look at her neck, i

rail off, her implication crystal c

a flash of irritation in his eyes, but Karlie'

her face into his chest, clutching his shirt tig

ening. He patted her back gently. "Okay, don't cry.

lionaire and his pitiful, clinging mistress-

out, assuming I would just sit in the freezing p

the Maybach keys from his ha

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hit the ignition, an

arold standing alone in the blizzard under the

ater to maximum, and scrubbed at the mark on m

y brownstone, exhaustio

at the ceiling, my phone

osing his mind. He told his board he's ambushing you

screen, my eyes narrowin

come. I have some tras

ext morning, t

at of crimson lipstick, pulled on a tailored

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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.”