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

Chapter 2

Word Count: 839 | Released on: 12/09/2026

na's

y. The scent of dust, old paper, and leather

all windows was enough. I walked to the large mahogany desk and s

lated books and scattered desi

n my mind. Xavier's promises at the altar. My decision to give up my car

ne, his voice impatient. "Serena, be reasonable," he'd said. "Savannah ne

orate the entire house for her party. Xavier had returned from a European vacati

e just cares deeply for his family. I had conv

er part of his "family." I was just a co

r engine in the driveway broke the silence. Then, the fron

ed to the top of the stairs, ready to welcome t

e, you were amazing! The trophy is so shiny! You're so much more

f an invisible hand had squeezed it shut. This was

ocence. "Mia, don't say that about your mother. She's done so much for t

not your fault, Savannah. You earned this.

flooded the downstairs. The h

ct picture of a happy family. I was the dar

tantly. "Serena? What are you doing standing h

concerned. It

so sorry, we're back so late. Are you angry? I didn't know today was..." S

s no guilt in her eyes, only a flicker of annoyanc

y Xavier instinctively shielded Savannah

just pulled the corners of my mouth int

on them without a word, and

, Serena!" Xavier's voice, sha

r. The click of the bolt was the most

rise in a wail. "Daddy, Mommy is scary... I

untie was

ey found my heart, twisted, and then

down until I was sitting on the cold floo

ed my face, stood up, and

ed glow, I pulled a single, clean sheet of A4 p

he page, I wrote three words, my hand

E AGRE

, irrevocable line under the f

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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.”