After Dumping the Billionaire, the Genius Surgeon Makes a Powerful Comeback

Author: Lu Meng

Chapter 1

Word Count: 768 | Released on: 12/09/2026

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its long hand mercilessly ticking past ei

going pathetically soft. This is my husband Xavier Harrington's favorite dish. The candlelight glinted of

n hour ago, "Xavier, are you on your way home? Dinner is ready,"

ings. One held a pair of custom-engraved cufflinks with his initials. The

day I had started preparing for a week ag

peful second, I thought she'd say, "Happy anniversary, Mommy." Instead, she'd

ie, his eyes never meeting mine in the mirror. "Savannah's exhibition

s eyes, I, a housewife, had no place at all in the daz

tomach, a hollow ache from th

before I tapped open Xavier's social media f

diluted pride. Savannah was holding Mia, who was clutching a small trophy and beaming. The caption read: "Congratulations to the brilliant Ms. Savannah S

" An icy fluid seemed to seep from my heart, sprea

awards ceremony. An event far more importa

. The dark screen reflec

le candle, shaped like the number "5," stood proudly in the center. I struck a

For five years, my wis

d in an

e rose, carrying the last cloying s

ion, tossed them into the roaring flames. Then came the princess doll. The plastic warpe

g but ash. Five years of hope an

prepared, now cold, food into the trash. The Beef Wellington. The black truffle mashed pota

ver known settled over me. It wasn't

ast look. This room, which I once

t and didn'

he thought I had buried so deep, the one named "giv

ll, towards the study. A place I hadn't set foot in for

was time to

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After Dumping the Billionaire, the Genius Surgeon Makes a Powerful Comeback

Lu Meng Romance

“For five years, I buried my medical degree to be the perfect wife to Xavier and a devoted mother. But on our fifth anniversary, he left me waiting at a cold dinner table to celebrate his sister-in-law Savannah's success, taking our daughter with him. The humiliation only worsened from there. When our daughter had a 103-degree fever, he refused to come home, busy throwing a lavish party for Savannah instead. In front of flashing cameras, my own child publicly declared she wished her talented aunt was her mother, mocking me for being completely useless. "My mommy isn't as good as Auntie at anything. She's too embarrassed to come." Instead of defending me, my husband just smiled and agreed, letting me become the pathetic punchline of their perfect family portrait. Even my father demanded I hand over my late mother's house just to boost Savannah's rising star image. They had no idea that the legendary designer Savannah constantly plagiarized and idolized was actually me. Nor did they know I was a surgical prodigy handpicked by a world-renowned medical titan. The five years of sacrifice I poured into this ungrateful family suddenly felt like a sickening joke. I didn't cry or scream. I simply opened my phone and started a secret countdown of thirty heartbreaks. Then, I unlocked the dusty box holding my surgical scalpels and accepted a position at a top international hospital. It was time to stop being the unwanted Mrs. Harrington and become Dr. Sinclair again.”