The Surgeon's Secret: Hunted By My Ex

Author: Sibeal Sallese

Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 941 | Released on: 21/01/2026

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

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

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“For three years, I was the perfect trophy wife to billionaire Hunt Brennan, a silent fixture in his mahogany-rowed estate. I traded my medical career for a designer wardrobe and the hope that he might one day see me as more than a contract. But on our third anniversary, the dream died. Hunt came home reeking of scotch and threw grainy photos of a charity gala handshake in my face, calling me a gold-digging parasite. He didn't just accuse me; he broke me. He shattered glass against the wall, bruised my jaw with his grip, and dragged me upstairs to "punish" me, all while whispering his ex-girlfriend's name in the dark. By morning, his mother had called to evict me to the guest cottage because his true love, Chasity, was back and needed the master suite. I left with nothing but a dusty suitcase and a secret: two pink lines on a pregnancy test. When my Uber broke down in a freezing downpour, Hunt drove past me in his Maybach, rolling down the window just to tell me to enjoy the rain. He left me stranded, never knowing he was leaving his own child behind. I didn't understand how a man could be so cruel to the woman who gave up everything for him. Did he really think I was just a doll he could discard the moment his "angel" returned? Four years later, the "submissive" Mrs. Brennan was dead. In her place stood Dr. Dianna Campbell, the top cardiothoracic surgeon in Europe. I stepped off the helicopter at Mount Sinai to save his sister's life, and Hunt was there, desperate and broken. "Dianna?" He whispered my name like a prayer, but I didn't even blink. "Dr. Campbell. Refrain from touching the staff, Mr. Brennan." He thought he could shred our divorce papers to keep me trapped, but he was about to learn that the woman he abandoned in the rain didn't need his permission to exist-and she certainly didn't need him.”