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

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ra's heavy charcoal coat tighter around my silk slip

ear and who drives me home is none of your business anymore. Did you come all the way t

desperate, panicked edge to his anger. "I cut Vance's contract to remind you who protects you! You don't need Norto

e power to extort my best friend's business, and cut off my ado

told you, I just pity Karlie and take care of her! I haven't even to

h everything I had, staring at him

er to me anymore. My lawyer will deliver the di

e" hit him like

orce? Felicity, you think you can survive in Boston without me? Without the Pec

ithout wavering. "That's my pro

ped inside, and slammed it directly in his f

scrubs at the Boston Sports Medical Center, writi

kicked open my office

h-speed collision on I-93! They're ro

hart for a single seco

e shielded Ms. Nguyen in the passenger seat-she's completel

ap. "How heroic. Prep Trauma Three for d

e door to Trauma Three, and found Garold s

shredded at the right slee

d and pristine. She was weeping pitifully while

ping the tears from her cheek, his voice in

er, picked up heavy surgical shears, and slice

ooking up at me with dark, complic

swab soaked in iodine and shoved it directly in

x-foot-three frame locking up like concrete,

ng her own chest as if she were the one bleeding. "Can't you be a

n. He glared at me, his jaw clenched. "Can't you put your jealousy a

professionalism as I scrubbed

trauma care, I can order general anesthesia and notify the pr

g with fresh tears. "Garold... it's

d toward the nursing station, my

. Call security and have this n

looking at Garold with wide

ked at Karlie, his tone softening slightly despite the pain. "Go wait

tly before walking out the double doors

fell de

ure through his torn dermis. The rhythm of the thread

strained. "You see me bleeding out on a gurney,

nylon thread, and stripped off my

hy for patients who

dry for seventy-two hours. Suture removal in ten days. If you want

hot out, locking around my waist like an iron clamp

ve of my neck, his voice trembli

wound yourself. If you don't show up, I'll liqui