Falling For My Cheating Boyfriend's Uncle

Chapter 6

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y at Boston Medical Center was packed. Days of co

hen a nurse hurried over with a pale, t

, breathing in shallow gasps, but she was w

er designer coat. "I have a global video conference at two o'clock. Just wri

her path, pulling my stet

horacic surgeon here. Let me listen to your

ough the earpieces, the heart sounds were muffled, interrupt

ig deal out of nothing. Are you just trying to rack up my medi

irmly, keeping my voice

hich often masquerades as stomach issues. Right now, your heart rhythm is critically unstable.

diately convinced her to lie down

intout. Her troponin levels were hundreds of times h

the Cardiac Care Unit, Clara grab

ou hadn't stopped me, I woul

ed the CCU doors close before walking d

ell phone buzzed. The caller ID showed the landline nu

and Martha's hesitan

h ulcer is acting up again. Miss Krystle tried making his herbal broth, but he threw the b

e I could reply, the phone on the o

voice thick with arrogant charity. "Text the recipe to Martha right now. If you apolo

ow, looking out at the gr

fifty thousand dollars to the trust yesterday. Your stomach ulce

or a second before yelling

us? Without the Mccarthy family's connections, a maid's daughter

" I said, my voice as cold and flat as a steel scalpel. "Drop that disgusting charit

the number permanently, and t

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“I endured my boyfriend Derik's terrible temper for four years just to repay a childhood debt to his wealthy family. But after a grueling twelve-hour surgery, I came home to find him in our bed with a desperate socialite model. Instead of apologizing, he sneered that she could actually help him climb the social ladder. He told me that as long as I behaved and kept handling his messy chores, I could still live there on his family's charity. The model mocked me from the pillows. "Everyone knows you're pathetic for Derik. You'll be crying and begging to come back tomorrow." Four years of walking on eggshells were replaced like cheap furniture, making my chest feel completely hollow. I realized I was nothing but a free housekeeping tool to a narcissistic loser who lived off his trust fund. But I wasn't going to cry or beg. I pulled out a bank wire receipt for exactly one hundred and sixty-seven thousand dollars and slammed it against his bare chest. "Four years of room and board, principal plus interest. We are completely even." I packed my bags and walked out into the freezing rain for good. Little did Derik know, the bleeding fugitive I would save in a dive bar later that night was his legendary, untouchable billionaire uncle.”