The Surgeon's Secret: Hunted By My Ex

f the Brennan estate. Dianna Campbell sat at the head of the long mahogany dining table. The wax f

asted asparagus, the truffle mash-it was

ir third a

f the kitchen doorway. She wrung her hands in her apron,

I... should I c

elt heavy, weighed down by the diamond bracelet Hunt had given her the year before-no

t, Mary.

by the sharp, uneven clatter of dress shoes on marble. Dianna'

f cold rain and expensive scotch with him. He didn't look at the

alked past her, throwing hi

r over three years of trying to be the perfect wife. She

nt,

e table in a blur of motion. Crystal glasses, silver cutlery, and the porcelain plates holding their anniversary dinner went flying, shattering against the marble floor with a deafening crash. Wine

he didn't make a sound. She bit the ins

ooked at the wreckage on t

e slurred, his voic

ck of photographs. He threw them at her. They fluttered

a donor. But the angle was suggestive, the lighting intimate. It was a lie captured on film, a masterfully c

her against the table. "I knew what I was buying when I paid you

ed. Her voice shook. "I was just being polite

spat. "Something a parasite

s fingers dug into her jaw, hard enough

anna. That's all you are.

nd stinging. She tried to pul

," she

and grabbed her wrist, dragging her toward the stairs. "You wanted

tching on the carpet, but he didn't slow down. He kicked op

felt like ice

last shreds of her dignity. Dianna stopped fighting. She lay still, staring up at the crys

ication, she heard him groan a nam

as

traight to the bathroom. The door slammed shut.

, violent tremors that started in her chest and rattled her teeth. She looked at t

ocked the frame face d

small, but i

d to the closet, past the rows of designer gowns Hunt had bought for his doll. She reac