“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.”