Second Cut

Second Cut

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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.

Chapter 1

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.

Meanwhile, I wasted away in the grind of daily chores, my youth and talent drained until I lost the courage to even pick up a scalpel.

In the end, he stood with his arm around Lexie Knight, a younger, prettier new hire at the hospital. He used the luxury tie I bought him to wipe cream from her lips.

Then, with an icy stare, he said to me, "Eleanor, look at yourself. You're like a washed-up housewife. How could you possibly be worthy of me?"

I spiraled into depression and died on a rainy day no one cared about.

Now, staring at his familiar face, my heart felt nothing but cold, lifeless calm.

"Why?" Kyson's brows furrowed, his eyes filled with confusion and a hint of irritation at being defied. "Just because I asked you to quit? I was thinking of you! Hospital work is exhausting, and you don't need to push yourself so hard as a woman."

"My career isn't yours to define." I shook off his hand and pulled the divorce papers I had prepared from the nightstand. "I've already signed. I'll pack your things tomorrow and send them to the hospital."

Kyson stared at the neat signature on the papers, his face darkening completely.

He thought I was just throwing a fit, trying to manipulate him into giving in.

He tore the papers to shreds in a sudden burst.

"I won't agree to this!" His voice was a low growl. "Eleanor, don't push me too far!"

I ignored his outburst, turned, and walked into the bedroom, locking the door behind me.

Outside, his furious curses and the sound of him pounding on the door echoed.

I tuned it out and dialed the number for Hopkins Hospital director's office. "Director Thompson, this is Eleanor. I'd like to apply for reinstatement."

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