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

ty Rom

rned to me, his dark eyes demanding, his tone lea

g at him coldly. "I'm not interested

ght. "You're a doctor. Come with me and make sure sh

out of the master suite, down the marble stairs, an

the high-performance engine roaring as he tore through the midnight

n was de

indow, pulling the heavy wool collar

a halt in front of a glass-fronted resident

nto the lobby. I followed three paces be

was huddled on a velvet sofa in an over

erior glass door had already been chased away by the

she let out a sob and thr

came... I thought he w

g shoulders, his voice full of urgent conc

. "I was just so terrified... the on

ted past his should

ction of a second. "Dr. Roma

from the marble entryway. "Mr. Peck insisted I come make sure h

her eyes darting b

e locked onto the

my coat had shifted, exposing the dark red, unm

screaming, she covered her mouth, her v

omeone hurt you? Garold, look at her neck, i

rail off, her implication crystal c

a flash of irritation in his eyes, but Karlie'

her face into his chest, clutching his shirt tig

ening. He patted her back gently. "Okay, don't cry.

lionaire and his pitiful, clinging mistress-

out, assuming I would just sit in the freezing p

the Maybach keys from his ha

Find your own way bac

hit the ignition, an

arold standing alone in the blizzard under the

ater to maximum, and scrubbed at the mark on m

y brownstone, exhaustio

at the ceiling, my phone

osing his mind. He told his board he's ambushing you

screen, my eyes narrowin

come. I have some tras

ext morning, t

at of crimson lipstick, pulled on a tailored