The Surgeon's Five-Year Lie

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egal leverage I needed. The prenuptial agreement, cleverly disguised as a romantic pledge, explicitly stated that any fund

ed my demands to the signed letter: no money, no property. Just my freedom. I wante

harged with the weight of my past and the fragile hope of my future. Ms. Davies looked at the letter, her eyebrows raised in surprise, the

felt like a tiny pinprick on my skin, a stark contrast to the burning rage inside me. I walked aimlessl

ty. I was so lost in my thoughts, so disconnected from the world, that I didn't see it. The scr

oo late. The impact threw me backward, a sickeni

the rhythmic beep of a monitor. My vision was blurry, but I could make out Gregory's f

Everything's going to be alright." His voice

one who trusted him implicitly, almost believed him. I w

gently stroking my hair. "But you're stable now. J

midst of the chaos. I closed my eyes, letting out a sh

anna. Her face was pale, her e

terine hemorrhage! We have to operate now.

aw, undeniable hesitation. Just a fraction of a second, but I saw it. The

e started, his voi

n. "It's gone, Gregory! Irreparable damage. We have to p

rectomy. My uterus. The last vestige of my womanhood, my ability to

rnal battle raged across his face. Then, his jaw tightened. H

void of emotion. "But this is the la

as too weak. The pain, the drugs, the sheer terror held me captive. Through blurry eyes, I saw

e cold metal. My consciousness swam, a desperate struggle against the encroaching darkness. Ju

ng it. We' ll just remove the whole thing, make sure she c

st inaudible mumble. "Alright. Do i

hem permission to take away my future, my very essence. His "love," his "care," his "devotion"-it was all a

st a betrayal of my trust; it was a violation of my body, my soul, my future. He had taken everything. And in that final momen