My Ex-husband Went to Jail After we Divorced
Nicolas Shaw became the chairman of a publicly listed company. On that very day, he proposed a divorce.
In an interview, Nicolas credited all his current achievements to the unwavering support of his beloved, who stood by him all the time.
However, his beloved wasn't me but his colleague, Gillian Ford. She was suffering from a terminal illness.
To treat Gillian, Nicolas spared no expense to hire a reclusive surgeon to lead the procedure. But he didn't realize that the medical genius he desperately sought was me.
He thought he had secured the support of the Ford Pharmaceutical Group, but a month later, I appeared on stage as a special consultant for the Ford Pharmaceutical Group to be interviewed.
A reporter asked me, "Dr. Sini, it's said that you've been out of the medical field for years. May I ask what prompted your return to the medical team?"
I glanced at Nicolas, who looked utterly shocked.
I replied, "My husband paid a lot of money for me to perform surgery on his lover."
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Chapter 3
I contacted the First Affiliated Hospital by phone, reserved a hospital bed and operating room, notified Gillian to transfer there, and arranged for several indicator tests to be done.
The next day, Andres Hayes, the hospital director, called me and asked me to visit his office.
Andres was also my doctoral advisor.
He had once advised me not to relinquish my medical career for Nicolas three years ago.
Back then, I was completely obsessed with Nicolas and didn't heed his advice.
Now, I felt ashamed when I stood in his office.
"Professor, I'm sorry. It was my mistake to make such a choice, which has led to my current situation."
The reprimand I anticipated was absent. Instead, Andres poured me a glass of apple juice. It was my favorite drink from school days.
"Lorna, you've always been my most outstanding student," he said, patting my shoulder. "You must have endured a lot these past few years."
His warm concern broke down my emotional defenses.
The grievances and feigned strength I had been holding onto crumbled under his kind words. Tears started falling uncontrollably.
With a deep sigh, Andres said, "I never liked Nicolas back then. His overly self-serving nature made me strongly oppose your relationship with him."
I sighed, "So you saw his true colors all along."
"If he truly loves you, he wouldn't ask you to give up your career just to serve him. You are such a good doctor," Andres continued.
"I think I understand that now."
True love didn't require sacrificing others or oneself.
"Don't be too upset. It's not a bad thing to end an unhealthy relationship. Let's take a look at the patient you've just admitted." Andres handed me Gillian's test results. "Her condition is extremely complicated, with a high risk of surgical failure. Are you sure you want to proceed with her surgery? This will be a great challenge."
I hadn't anticipated that Gillian's condition would deteriorate so rapidly within a month.
Andres repeatedly asked, "Are you really going to operate on Gillian? You must know that no other doctor is willing to take on this surgery. If the patient dies on the operating table, it could severely damage the doctor's reputation."
Andres gently suggested, saying, "If you need money, I can help you. You're an exceptional doctor, and you can return to work at the hospital anytime you wish."
"But now, this issue isn't about money for me," I replied, looking at Andres. "You just mentioned that no doctor is willing to perform this surgery. If I also back out, Gillian will be dead, won't she?"
Andres nodded and said, "According to her current condition, she has only two months left if surgery isn't performed soon."
"Then I'm willing to take on this challenge," I said firmly and met Andres's gaze. "Regardless of Gillian's identity or how much I dislike her in my life, she's now my patient. You always emphasized treating patients with equal compassion and dedication. A doctor's mission is to heal the patient. Reputation will always come second to me."
Andres looked at me with bright eyes. "Lorna, I'm proud of you."
"Really, Professor? Am I still worthy of your pride?" I said despondently, "I've made a mess of my life and career."
"Lorna, everyone makes mistakes in their youth. It's not something to fear, and there's no need to deny yourself because of it," Andres said seriously. "I'm always confident in you."
I felt reinvigorated.
I spent the night meticulously studying Gillian's test results and medical records and quickly devised a treatment plan.
Two days later, I operated on Gillian.
My assistant surgeon was Jase Wallace, a fellow student and an experienced medical doctor.
Even with the entire team having abundant clinical experience, and despite our lengthy discussions on potential risks and issues before the surgery, the operating room fell silent when I opened Gillian's abdominal cavity.
Gillian's condition was more severe than we had anticipated. A non-viable fetus remained in her abdomen.
Due to her condition and health, the fetus couldn't grow. But it hadn't been expelled. It was actually attached to her like a fibroid.
This rare situation made the surgery extremely complex.
Just then, an assisting nurse urgently shouted, "The patient has lost her heartbeat."
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And what will become of her when Alexander Mark walks back into her life, unaware of the child growing in her womb?
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7.4
For three years, Carol Bright was Edward Dawson's secretary and stepsister by day, and his secret lover by night. To him, she was just a game-disposable, forgettable, never meant to be loved.
When Edward announces his engagement to someone else, he expects drama. Instead, Carol disappears from his life without a word.
Now, she's no longer his. She's the heiress of the powerful Bright family-admired, untouchable, and far beyond his reach.
Then he sees her with another man. She slips behind closed doors. The lights go out-and she never returns.
That's when Edward realizes he's made the biggest mistake of his life.
The woman he once thought he owned is now the one he can never have again.
7.1
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8.6
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When she caught her foster sister Donita straddling her fiancé, they didn't even panic. Instead, they loudly framed Elvera for stealing a diamond necklace to justify kicking her out.
Her foster parents immediately sided with the cheaters, screaming at her to pack her trash and starve in the gutters. Only her dying foster brother tried to sneak her his medical savings, but the family violently shoved him away, mocking him as a walking corpse.
Standing in the freezing Brooklyn wind, Donita and Crockett followed her outside just to laugh. They waved a crisp twenty-dollar bill in her face, mocking her biological family as a bunch of unemployed street thugs.
They really thought she was going to freeze to death on the pavement with nothing but a faded backpack.
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He effortlessly snapped Crockett's shoulder out of its socket, put Elvera in the passenger seat, and drove her straight to a sprawling billionaire estate in the Hamptons.
Sitting by the fire in her biological parents' palace, watching them casually display an eight-million-dollar sculpture she had secretly designed, the head butler suddenly walked in.
"Sir, the fake heiress has returned from Europe."
Elvera took a slow sip of her coffee. The real game was finally about to begin.
9.7
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Her stepmother and half-sister, Chloe, forced her into a scandalous, plunging red dress. They were offering her as a bargaining chip to Warren Thorne, a ruthless, sleazy hedge fund manager known for collecting and discarding young girls.
Just to ensure her absolute humiliation, Chloe intentionally "tripped" and spilled a glass of red wine all over the silk dress.
"Now you'll have to wear that hideous little black thing you own," Chloe sneered, leaving Alya to face the high-society dinner looking like a beggar.
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7.7
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I thought he was excited. Then I found the hidden medical file: Vasectomy. One year ago. Irreversible.
He believed my pregnancy was a betrayal. But instead of confronting me, he planned a public execution of my dignity.
At the pack gala, he and his mistress drugged me with Wolfsbane. Paralyzed and helpless, I was forced to listen as they took bets from the crowd on who the "real" father was.
When the pain started and I felt the life slipping from my womb, I screamed for him through our Mind-Link.
"Let the bastard die," he replied coldly, severing the bond.
I miscarried on the ballroom floor while they laughed.
They thought I was broken. They were wrong.
I sent him a box containing the remains, accompanied by a forged DNA test proving the child was his.
I watched from the shadows as his sanity shattered under the weight of "killing his own heir."
Now, he sits in a maximum-security asylum, howling in grief for a son that never truly belonged to him.
I sip my champagne in First Class, leaving the wreckage behind.
The sterilization had worked perfectly. The baby wasn't his.
But as long as he suffers, the truth doesn't matter.