After the Divorce: Encounters with Three Elite Suitors

d upon herself in her youth, borrowed f

ty" became her alias, known only to a select few

ng's ransom for "Moriaty," t

he old fox on how he's gone and blabbed about me. Or perhaps Doctor White's stumbled upon a case that'

Her fingers, once the tools of her trade as a top-tier surgeon, were slender and str

tning, shattered that precision, and with it, her f

o, a tempestuous evening when her grandfather

slipped into her scrubs and gloves, ready to race against the grim reaper, her hand betrayed her. That rock-ste

agues' best efforts to take the reins, they were unable to wrest her grandfather's life from death's clutches. In tha

foot in an operating room again,

began to flee, to escape from all that once swelled her chest

eneath the skin, like a tranquil blueprint of life. She gently rotated her wrist, tried to clench her pal

n. It wasn't your fault," Rachel said, sensin

through a vast pane of glass, cast

nto dreamlike fragments. In the throbbing crowd, dudes and dudettes were going all out, their moves syncing with the b

there for a bit,

the noise down there," Rachel replie

I need right now. Let me g

her way; her goal in bringing Freya

s capabilities, she cou

eya, with her striking looks and sizzling attire, was

freedom she hadn't shown in years. Her steps were a

ame with the beat. Her arms waved through the air, her fingertips seemin

of alcohol, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The crowd around her see

whether her dance steps were standard, just immersed

turns exuded a wild beauty, her figure pa

know she was becoming t

who had been keeping an eye on the dance floor, and the men in the da

ed clumsy and ridiculous. An unnatural smile hung on his face, and there was a malicious glint in his eyes. He sl

Freya's waist, and Freya quickly d

He leaned close to her ear and shouted, "Hey, b

th the smell of alcohol

se stay away from me. I don't want to dance wit

ed to pester, "Come on, how happy it is to dance together, come on, don't be

several notches: "I said, I don't want to dance with you. Pl

ter filled with complacency and dis

're new he

n like you had been here before, I would definitely remember you. You may no

ay you've exp

ight hand and slapped the man

of the dance floor, but the people around clearly realized what

his cheek. His eyes widened in disbelief that he had been hit. His mouth twitche

g the blood from the corner of his mouth with his th

eyes. She casually picked up a nearby bottle