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The Captain's Regret: Chasing His Runaway Wife

The Captain's Regret: Chasing His Runaway Wife

Author: Lunacy
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1071    |    Released on: Today at 09:11

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he Griffin family crest stamped at the top making my stoma

der the harsh ceiling light as she slid a Montblanc pen toward my hand. As a former team PR socialite who had faked he

spotted my own custom coat draped over her shoulders. My chest felt like a he

lon whispered, her voice dripping with mockery. "Sign

o stop my fingertips from tr

s in such a rush to marry you, why doesn't he

lower lip, fake tears pooling in her eyes as he

ey Cup playoff game! He doesn't want to waste

medical credentials, working as a lowly physical therapy assistant in the Empire's l

ap, and jammed the nib onto the signature line

k half a step, her

dare try

gned my name across the divorce agreement, pressin

aight at her chest, the sharp paper edge sl

me in disbelief, clearly shocked that the qui

e IV needle from the back of my hand. Red blood beaded on my ski

to TMZ!" Fallon shrieked behind me. "The whole city w

to the pocket for the massive check Brock had signed, a

he toes of her heels, leaving her mouth

the freezing metal handle and

trash that b

of disinfectant hitting my nose as I stepped

p twisted in my lower belly, forcing me to brace my

I quickly pulled up my trench coat collar to hide my

tan's freezing early-winter rain slapped a

d open the back door, and gave the

face and bleeding hand in th

on't want me to take

let, shoved them through the partition, and ordered hi

the massive neon billboard of the Empire'

t stomach, feeling the faint pulse of life inside me

cally with Brock's private number, a string

he SIM card, rolled down the window, and t

ures curb at JFK, I stepped out, wrapped my coat t

ed my backup passport to print

irm look that stopped him from pressing further. I lowered my voice and told him I was pregnant, and asked him to skip the bo

rhead TV just as breaking sports news reported that Empire Capta

the screen, I felt the last trace of

rminal, and I picked up my light carry-on bag,

onto the runway, I closed my eyes, silently swearin

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The Captain's Regret: Chasing His Runaway Wife
The Captain's Regret: Chasing His Runaway Wife
“Five years ago, I stared at the pregnancy termination and divorce papers pushed toward me on the cold hospital bed. My husband, NHL superstar Brock Griffin, didn't even have the guts to face me himself. Instead, he sent his fake PR fiancée to force me out before his championship game. "Sign the papers, take the payout, and get out of New York." To support him from the shadows, I had hidden my global medical credentials and worked as a lowly locker-room assistant. In return, I was discarded. I signed the papers, faked the abortion, and fled into the freezing Manhattan rain. For five years, I lived in hiding, raising our twins in secret. But my peaceful life shattered when my five-year-old hacker son accidentally exposed our location to the most ruthless man in New York. Cornered at the airport, Brock pinned me against a concrete pillar, his eyes bloodshot and desperate. "Where is my child, Elizabeth? Where is the baby from five years ago?" I was completely bewildered. He was the one who demanded the termination. He was the one who let that pathetic fake doctor steal my surgical achievements. Why was he acting like a madman tearing the city apart for a baby he ordered me to kill? When he dragged me back to his penthouse, his fake fiancée tried to frame me for assault using forged medical records. She clearly forgot one thing. I am the legendary ghost surgeon Dr. Cynthia, and I'm done hiding.”