The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor

Chapter 2

Word Count: 917 | Released on: Today at 14:40

to the nearest trash can and, without breaking stride, dropped her old phone into it. It

s and numbers blurring into a cascade of destinations. The year at

erating theater at the Hôpital de la Tour in Geneva. Vivian, masked and gowned, stood over a patient, h

ely focused. The scalpel in her hand was an

gh the tense silence. The Swiss assisting surgeon, his brow beaded with sweat, com

on the heart monitor smoothed into a steady, rhythmic

lid open before her. She pulled down her mask, revealing a face that was sharper, more defined than it had been f

picture sent from her nanny. Two boys, identical twins with misc

and

she had erased from her life, a rare, genuine warmth

lead car's door was opened by a bodyguard. Sterling Carlisle IV emerged, his black trench coat whippin

r face behind oversized sunglasses. Behind them, his ever-presen

out to greet them, a flock of administrator

terling commanded, his English crisp an

f course, Mr. Carlisle. Our very best. Dr. Vivian. She h

as heading for the staff elevator, her bag slung over

flashed with Dr. Coleman's private line. She sighed,

cked. "I need you to return to the front lobby. Immedia

e muscles in her neck tighte

d firm. "My shift is over. No benefactor, no matt

pping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's Sterling Carlisl

lis

polished floor. For a single, terrifying second, she couldn't breathe

r and colder than before. A hu

e dropping to a near whisper, yet carrying the sharp edge of a razor. "Tell M

ely. She strode into the elevator, her heart hammering against her ribs. Four

, his face ashen. He turned to Sterling, stammering. "M

he lobby seemed to drop by twenty degrees. Kar

something he tolerated. A flicker of cold fury, mixed with something that looked almost like grudging intrigue, sparked in h

ghtly, his voice a low

the hell this

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor

Ola Wilde Romance

“Vivian was eight weeks pregnant, holding the warm ultrasound picture, ready to share the fragile secret with her billionaire husband, Sterling. But before she could speak, he tossed a thick document onto the marble table: DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE. "Kara's back," he stated coldly, referring to his childhood sweetheart. "I'm giving her the place she deserves." He demanded she vacate the penthouse immediately, leaving with absolutely nothing. She didn't cry or beg. She signed the papers, touched her flat stomach where his secret child grew, and walked out in her old trench coat. She blocked his number, vanished from New York, and spent the next four years building a new life in Geneva as a top-tier surgeon, raising their twin boys entirely alone. She thought she had finally escaped her past, until Sterling's bodyguards suddenly broke down her apartment door in the middle of the night. He had used his immense wealth and power to force the "genius Dr. Vivian" to treat Kara's ruined uterus. He was completely unaware that the masked, heavily accented doctor he was threatening was his discarded wife, or that his own flesh and blood were sleeping just down the hall. Watching him desperately lavish a manipulative liar with the tenderness he had always denied her, the last thread of Vivian's lingering pain simply vanished. She sent a single, encrypted text to a trusted friend. "The boys are safe. I'm ready to start Phase Two." She was done hiding. It was time to show him how a real war was fought.”