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The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1046    |    Released on: Today at 14:41

vian shed her trench coat and the cold, professional armor of Dr. Vivian with it. She slip

p at the kitchen island, his small fingers flying across the keyboard

last. She glanced at it, then turned her attention to the refrigerator, pulling out fresh sirloin steaks and organic asparagus. The sizzle of butter in the

and Mason, with a thoughtful precision that was so like his father's it made her breath ca

bor, Mrs. Dubois, and ask if the boys could spend the we

O Millennium Falcon. The quiet concentration, the easy laughter, the warmth of

ing up into the cold, clear night sky over Geneva. It descended again, towards t

here was

the wall, the porcelain fragments sca

she?" she shrieked, her voice shrill. "How dare that woman humiliate us

her face contorting in a mask of pa

of whiskey swirling in his hand. His reflection was dark and brooding. He was a man acc

patted Kara's shoulder, a perfunctory gesture of comfort. His eyes,

ling said, his

internal firewalls, sir. We have Dr. Vivian's hom

arrowed. "What ki

listed has no record of her residency. Her credentials are impeccable-board certifications, published resea

ared without a trace. And now, this arrogant, untouchable surgeon had materialized out of thin air at exactly the same time. His jaw tightened. Coin

Sterling's lips. A woman with som

n," he said, putting a sardonic emphasis on the

e, turned, and

hooed the boys off to brush their teeth and tucked them into bed

self a much-needed glass of wine when she noticed the empty milk cart

hour convenience store downstairs was st

oat over her sweater, grabbed her

uiet. Too quiet. A black car she didn't recognize was parked across the street, its engine idling, exhaust curling into the cold night air. A prickle of unease ra

ows across the street from her apartment building. The doors opened, a

rganic whole milk. A sudden gust of wind rattled the shop's glass door, and

stepped out of the second elevator. They

lic tool from his bag. The steel jaws of the d

doctor. Eliminate any obstacle. The children sleeping peacefully on th

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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.”