The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen

Chapter 5

Word Count: 567 | Released on: 13/10/2026

into the staff restroom on the ne

aucet, the restroom door ope

a hint of calculated hesitation before s

eted, her tone artificially bright. "Did you

even bothering to lift her eyelids. "If I had cau

be so hostile. Ephram drank too much last night and suffered a stomach bleed. I broug

can. She put her hands into the pockets of her wh

in bleeding?" El

fused. "No, I said i

s a stomach bleed, he belongs in the gastroenterology department on the first floor.

on. "Miss Stark! You're a do

ng toward the door. "And as for Ephram, you can keep him.

honest, Ellie. You're nearly thirty, your family is broke, and you couldn't even give Ephram a single child in three years of marri

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lowly from Vanessa's flushed face down to the pale pin

and devastatingly precise. "Do you know what the

lifted defens

ne else's trash and we

ingle, dismissive

ht it for me three years ago in Paris. I thought the baby-pink lambskin looked

Her arm twitched, instinctively try

my leftover accessories," Ellie said, looking her up and down wit

flashed with rage. She raised her hand,

l, a harsh voice barked f

u think you

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“"You want a divorce? Fine. Complete an IVF cycle, give me an heir to unlock my trust fund, and I'll sign the papers." In the dim underground garage, my cheating husband gripped my wrist tightly, his face twisted in a mocking sneer. "Stop dreaming, Ellie. Your family is bankrupt! You think if you leave me, some Wall Street billionaire is going to be blind enough to be your knight in shining armor?" Looking at his arrogant face, I felt nothing but pure disgust. For three years of a dead marriage, he paraded his mistress into our marital bed, letting her wear my clothes and carry my bags. When I demanded a divorce, my own vain mother tried to force me back to be his incubator, all for a seven-million-dollar bribe. "I'd rather die than have your child." I looked at him coldly and slammed the "PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE" right into his face. Infuriated, he tightened his grip on my arm, ready to explode. Just then, blinding LED headlights tore through the darkness of the garage. A custom black Bentley Mulsanne glided silently out of the shadows, stopping inches behind us. The tinted window rolled down, revealing a sharp, lethally handsome face. The most ruthless, untouchable billionaire on Wall Street-Cosmo James. He also happened to be my husband's former best friend. Cosmo's ice-blue eyes locked onto the hand gripping my arm. His deep voice cut through the freezing air like a blade: "Take your hands off her." Cosmo leaned slightly forward, radiating sheer, predatory authority. A cold, ruthless smirk touched his lips. "You asked which Wall Street billionaire is going to be her knight in shining armor." "It's me."”