Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Comeback

Chapter 7

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history of backstabbing friends for roles, Kole's habit of borrowing money from girlfriends an

d her in six months unless it was to tell her she'd been

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her voice a perfect imitation of a heartbroke

blocked his number. She was done with him, done wi

things. A half-empty bottle of bourbon shattered against the wall, leavi

r, his handsome face twisted into an ug

bed. "I'm telling you, she'

-headed doll? She doesn't have the brains to

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was all there. Audio recordings of Kole's verbal abuse, his manipulative gaslighting. Vo

her the most damning clips into

medical equipment she had ordered-a high-frequency ultrasound, a centri

r Hall. The old woman would need a second, more delicate procedure to be fully c

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w, expansive closet. She selected a sharp, ta

ssed a massive billboard. It was an ad for Kole's l

med her hand into the shape of a

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buzzed. A

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Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Comeback

Lorraine Modern

“I was just a struggling actress in Hollywood, desperate for a chance to prove myself. But the people I trusted most pushed me into hell. My boyfriend, Kole, and my best friend, Brittny, drugged me and handed my hotel room key to an abusive, greasy producer. They traded my body just so Kole could secure a movie role. As the producer pinned me to the bed and tore at my clothes, the original me died of sheer, paralyzing terror. I saw the text message on his phone, a gloating confirmation of my ruin. "She's all mine. You'll get your part." I realized the two people I loved most had treated me like a cheap bargaining chip. While I was being assaulted, they were probably celebrating, building their future fame on my absolute destruction. I didn't understand why they would do this. I gave them all my love and loyalty, only to be betrayed and discarded like trash. The sickening mix of love, betrayal, and paralyzing fear should have been the end of my pathetic, helpless life. But instead of breaking, a cold, calculating consciousness awakened inside me. The soul of "Reaper," a legendary underground doctor and ruthless operative, took over this fragile body. I snapped the producer's wrist, collected my blackmail evidence, and walked out into the cold Los Angeles night. This new life is a war, and it's time to make them pay.”