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

Chapter 10

Word Count: 685 | Released on: 15/10/2026

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DISSOLUTION

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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.”