My Ex-Husband's Regret: The Surgeon's Return

Chapter 2

Word Count: 578 | Released on: 15/10/2026

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ove to the TD Garden arena. I needed the hard copies of the team's injury assessment re

the underground elevator. The doors

and pushed open the heavy

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right smile froze, instantly repl

ld's black-and-gold #88 Bruins jersey. It was comically oversiz

d, my voice as cold a

y. "Sister Roman... please don't misunderstand. My period suddenly star

oe-like eyes. "He went down to the convenie

looking at her pa

ore; the sheer absurdity of it

e so severe I was covered in cold sweat after a grueling surgery. Garold would on

ire captain was personally running errands

ed in the corr

rold's close buddy, strolled toward the ope

to buy a simple pad? Are you getting

is throat the second he saw

throat, avoiding my eyes, and practically sprin

before she could speak, a mas

as G

lastic bag-undoubtedly filled

flicker of genuine guilt crossed his face, but i

voice dropping to a harsh rumble. "Felici

into a mocking smile. I walked over to the built-in cabinet, un

seeing the great Captain Peck personally running

to whisper coldly, "Just don't dirty my

pond, I walked out and slammed the heavy

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“I am a chief trauma surgeon and the secret wife of Garold Peck, the billionaire captain of the Boston Bruins. For three years, I played the invisible spouse. But tonight, he stormed into my ER carrying a rookie model with a minor ankle sprain, demanding I treat her like royalty while humiliating me in front of my staff. To indulge her, he let her ruin my bespoke silk gown. When I refused to strip off my own dress for her at a high-society gala, he used his wealth to hostile-takeover my best friend's design studio. My abusive adoptive father even threatened to auction off my dead mother's house if I didn't get on my knees and apologize to Garold to save his corporate contract. For thirteen years, I loved him, enduring his public PR romances and cold dominance, thinking my loyalty meant something. I didn't understand why he had to destroy everything I cherished just to force my submission to a woman he claimed was merely a business asset. After he got injured in a car crash, he still tried to use my family's debt to force me to come home and bandage his wounds. My shallow family ties and my dead marriage were completely gone, and I finally gave up. I calmly slammed the divorce papers against his chest. "I'm walking away with nothing. See you at City Hall tomorrow." This time, I'm going to bankrupt my adoptive family and leave this city forever.”