The Masked Surgeon: My Husband's Ultimate Regret

Chapter 3

Word Count: 1057 | Released on: 10/06/2026

mock her, a solid barrier between her and her freedom. A primal urge to storm the door, to rip the papers from

. The soft sounds were a stark contrast to the frantic pounding of he

ing spot. Her movements were sharp, efficient. From a locked drawer in her nightstand, she retrieved a slim leather folio. Inside were three passports, e

her fingers flying across

0. Have the car ready

o name, just a string of digits. A conf

face of his desk. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths. He closed his eyes, conc

Zurich. Wheels up in 90. The plan, clear and precise, flooded his mind.

ngerous glint lit his gaze. A private jet. She had access to a private jet. The

is assistant to deliver the documents to the house, 24/7. Then he turned and strode out of the stu

't bother to knock. He grasped the c

deeper into her bag and turned, her face instantly morphing int

It was so out of place amidst the Frette linens and silk pillows, a p

ind him with a heavy click. The sound of the lock e

, his voice dangerously low. "So I ask

whispered, her voice thick with manufactured sadness. "I just... I

out that door, not even the FBI

n't just a woman with a secret bank account. This was somet

, an immovable mountain of muscle and tailored

move. I need to get my coat." She took

leeting moment, he was close enough to catch her scent. It wasn't the sweet, floral perfume she usually wore. It was som

ip bumping against the edge of her dres

ed. A sliver of the real Ellie looked out, her eyes as cold and hard as chips of ic

shiver down his spine. This was her. This

the dressing table on either side of her, trapping her in t

ar. "You're not going anywhere," he murmured, the

r fingers digging into the hard muscle. She was

induce syncope. Probability of alerting the security detail outside? High. Alternative: a precise blow

recise terminology. The utter lack of fear. A thrill, equal parts rage and a dark, t

d down at her, his expression a mixture of fury and awe. This woman, his wi

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The Masked Surgeon: My Husband's Ultimate Regret

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“Ellie stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, then calmly signed the fifty-page divorce agreement her billionaire husband, Julian, threw at her. She had played the meek, gold-digging wife for three years, and now, it was finally time to disappear. But just as she packed her bags to flee on a private jet, Julian suddenly froze. Unbeknownst to her, he had just awakened the ability to hear her inner thoughts. He heard her mocking his arrogance, her hidden offshore accounts, and the terrifying truth that her entire identity was a fabrication. Before she could escape, Julian's father suffered a massive heart attack. At the hospital, Julian's elite family treated Ellie like trash. His spoiled niece tried to physically attack her, only to trip over a rug. His childhood sweetheart, Carmella, immediately played the victim to Julian. "She went insane! She tore up the papers and attacked us!" Instead of finalizing the divorce, Julian used his father's critical condition to trap her. He locked down their mansion with armed guards, completely cutting off her escape route. Ellie was trapped in this gilded cage. But what sent a real shiver down her spine was when Julian leaned in and casually mentioned "The Surgeon"-a legendary underground doctor. How could he possibly know her most deeply buried, NSA-level secret identity? Looking at Julian's cold, calculating smile, Ellie realized her perfect escape was ruined. This was no longer just a divorce; it was a deadly hunt, and she was ready to tear his Wall Street empire to the ground.”