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The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1047    |    Released on: Today at 14:40

e quiet of the hospital's underground garage, forcing herself to take slow, deep breaths. The

she emerged from the concrete darkness into the bright Gen

Montessori school. She cut the engine and walked towards the playgroun

the monkey bars, his laughter echoing across the yard. Mason, her quiet obse

hing himself at her legs like a miniature cannonball. "The

m up, but a wave of exhaustion from the long hours in surger

of fatigue in her eyes. He wordlessly took her heavy handbag, a

ons, the way Mason's brow furrowed in concentration-it was all him. The ghost she had run from wa

now," she said, her v

ept for emergencies-began to ring. It was Dr. Coleman again. She hesitated, then, not wa

irector's obsequious tone. It was deep, resonan

urn to the hospi

quest. The voice of a man

ill had the power to stop her heart. The air thickene

th his cube. His sharp eyes darted from th

nch accent she sometimes used with difficult foreign patients. "Monsieur, this is not Wall Street.

us chuckle. "I can offer you ten times your annual salar

e, twisting in an old wound. The

ago. It can't now." The words slipped out before she could stop them-a ghost of the past bleeding through her ca

finger stabbing the screen. She

silent for a

g blue eyes wide in the rearview mirror. "Wa

reassuring smile. "No, sweetie. No one is g

knuckled grip on the steering wheel, his small brow furrowed in that famil

nected call on the phone, his face a thunderous mask. The sh

rs ago, he had been married to Vivian. Four years ago, his wife had walked out of his life without a trace. A

had to be a coin

ining that Dr. Vivian was a genius, but n

ridiculous accent... it stirred something in the deep recesses of his memory. A faint, absurd echo of another woman's pride. A

dge the thought. It was fatigue. T

"Ster," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Maybe she

ession softened. He put an arm around her, his focus shiftin

promise you, by the end of the night, that doc

en's over Kara's shoulder. He gave a su

t. It was time for

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The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor
The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor
“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.”