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The Surgeon's Revenge: My Ex-Husband's Regret

Author: Gu Chen

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1133 | Released on: 15/01/2026

ut. The screen was cracked, but the message was

twitch. It was the first time she

ing autumn leaves trapped within the steel grid of Manhattan. She stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass, her reflection a ghostly overlay on the city

ed open. She didn't turn. She knew the cadence of

spent the afternoon rehearsing th

had poured it an hour ago, just to have something to hold, something t

t for him three years ago, the one that made his shoulders look broader than they actually we

, please,

up down. The porcelain clicked against the marble, a sharp soun

," she said. It

. He looked pained. He always looked pained when he had to do so

back in the c

The woman who had left him for a venture capitalist five years ago. The

oice was steady. It surpr

tears. He expected her to fall to her knees, to beg, to scream

lder. "The pre-nup is clear, Iris. You know the ter

the folder

n speaking to the staff. "And that... creative resume you had when we met, it's going to be hard for you to find

the Rutledge family had spent four years whispering abo

he didn't open it to check

he shapeless, safe beige cardigan that Eleanor, his

narrowing. "You should read i

eed a lawy

tion was fluid, practiced. I

nes. Waiver of all claims to Rutledge assets. Non-dis

er name. Iri

her signature were sharp, aggressive. They d

n and pushed the

nature, then up at her.

o fight?" he asked. "You

he tried to hide with facial hair. She saw the insecurity in

our true love, H

re..." He gestured vaguely at her, at her lack of jewelry, her silent dem

re was no watch there, but

need me out

ally? Tonight. Kamala is coming ove

een trying to erase her from this a

id. "I'll be g

r," he scoffed. "Where will y

ed her back on him and walk

after her. "I'm tr

door softly behind her,

to the walk-in closet. Rows of beige, cream, and gr

, to a panel that looked like part of the wall. She

made of ballistic nylon, heavy and utilita

ame, a stack of cash in three different currencies, and a

earl earrings Hunter had given her for their first anniver

k only

ont door slam open. Then, the high-pit

et? God, tell

sound was loud in the quiet r

Chapter End

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“The view from our twenty-million-dollar penthouse was stunning, but all I could see was the cracked screen of my phone. A single message from a contact named Sienna had just appeared: "Game On." For four years, I had worn the shapeless beige cardigans and played the quiet, submissive wife the elite Rutledge family demanded. "Dorothea is back in the city," my husband Hunter said, refusing to meet my eyes as he pushed the divorce papers toward me. He offered a "generous" settlement, patronizingly claiming that with my felony record and "creative resume," I'd be living on the streets without his charity. He had no idea that while he was rehearsing his breakup speech, I was already zipping up a duffel bag filled with cash and a passport in a name he didn't recognize. His sister Kamala didn't even wait for me to pack before she was in our bedroom, calling me a leech and trying to destroy the only photo I had of my mother. I didn't cry or beg; I simply dropped Hunter's favorite three-million-dollar Ming vase, watched it shatter, and walked out the door with a cold smile. That night, I traded my sensible flats for a crimson silk dress and lethal heels, leaving Hunter's jaw on the floor when he saw me at an exclusive club. He watched in horror as I smashed a vodka bottle over a harasser's head, still believing I was a broken woman who needed his protection. He didn't know the truth until his grandmother finally revealed that I was the anonymous investor who had rescued their company from bankruptcy. I had gone to prison to protect his father's reputation, wearing the shame for years so their family name wouldn't implode. Hunter fell to his knees in the driveway, begging for a second chance and promising to dump his mistress, but the anger in my heart had already turned to ice. The man I had sacrificed my life for was now just a stranger I used to know. "The opposite of love isn't hate, Hunter. It's indifference." I climbed into a purple supercar as my phone buzzed with a call from Mount Sinai Hospital. My medical license was reinstated, and a high-profile trauma case was waiting for my hands. Iris the housewife was dead, and Dr. Gutierrez was finally back in play.”