She Cut Ties with Her Parents

In my past life, I gave up my chance to become a top surgeon to support my husband Kyson Mason's career. I willingly stood in his shadow as his devoted wife.

After he achieved fame and success, he draped his arm around a younger colleague and said to me, "You're no longer good enough for me."

Divorced and left with nothing, my skills rusted, and I succumbed to depression, dying alone.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Kyson first urged me to quit my job.

He held my hand, his eyes brimming with affection. "Once I become department head, I'll make sure you live a good life."

I smiled and gently pulled my hand away. "No need, Dr. Mason. Also, let's get divorced."

My scalpel was itching to see the light of day again.

...

Kyson's tender expression froze into shock.

He grabbed my wrist, his grip so tight it felt like he might crush my bones. "Eleanor, what's gotten into you?"

I looked at him calmly, each word deliberate. "I'm not throwing a tantrum, Kyson. I want a divorce."

In my previous life, in this same cramped rented apartment, he used the same honeyed words to paint a vague, glittering future. I willingly gave up my position in the surgical department at Hopkins Hospital and handed over my scalpel.

I became the woman behind him, washing his clothes, cooking his meals, managing his life, and handling every mundane detail so he could focus on his career without distraction.

He succeeded, becoming the youngest head of the cardiac surgery department.