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

The view from our twenty-million-dollar penthouse was stunning, but all I could see was the cracked screen of my phone. A single message from a contact named Sienna had just appeared: "Game On." For four years, I had worn the shapeless beige cardigans and played the quiet, submissive wife the elite Rutledge family demanded. "Dorothea is back in the city," my husband Hunter said, refusing to meet my eyes as he pushed the divorce papers toward me. He offered a "generous" settlement, patronizingly claiming that with my felony record and "creative resume," I’d be living on the streets without his charity. He had no idea that while he was rehearsing his breakup speech, I was already zipping up a duffel bag filled with cash and a passport in a name he didn't recognize. His sister Kamala didn't even wait for me to pack before she was in our bedroom, calling me a leech and trying to destroy the only photo I had of my mother. I didn't cry or beg; I simply dropped Hunter’s favorite three-million-dollar Ming vase, watched it shatter, and walked out the door with a cold smile. That night, I traded my sensible flats for a crimson silk dress and lethal heels, leaving Hunter’s jaw on the floor when he saw me at an exclusive club. He watched in horror as I smashed a vodka bottle over a harasser's head, still believing I was a broken woman who needed his protection. He didn't know the truth until his grandmother finally revealed that I was the anonymous investor who had rescued their company from bankruptcy. I had gone to prison to protect his father's reputation, wearing the shame for years so their family name wouldn't implode. Hunter fell to his knees in the driveway, begging for a second chance and promising to dump his mistress, but the anger in my heart had already turned to ice. The man I had sacrificed my life for was now just a stranger I used to know. "The opposite of love isn't hate, Hunter. It's indifference." I climbed into a purple supercar as my phone buzzed with a call from Mount Sinai Hospital. My medical license was reinstated, and a high-profile trauma case was waiting for my hands. Iris the housewife was dead, and Dr. Gutierrez was finally back in play.

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The lighting in the hallway leading to the restrooms was dim, bathed in red and purple neons. The music was muffled here, a dull throb in the background.

Iris checked her makeup in the mirror. Perfect. Not a smudge.

She pushed open the door and stepped back into the hallway.

A man was blocking her path.

He was young, maybe twenty-five, wearing a suit that was too shiny and a watch that was too big. He had the glazed look of someone who had consumed too much alcohol and too much of his father's money.

Leo Leone. The son of a shipping magnate. A notorious pest.

"Whoa," he said, leaning against the wall. "Where have you been hiding?"

Iris tried to step around him. "Excuse me."

He moved to block her again. "Don't be like that. I'm Leo. You look... expensive."

"I'm out of your budget," Iris said, her voice ice cold.

She tried to push past him, but he reached out and grabbed her wrist. His hand was clammy.

"Let go," she said.

"Just one drink," he slurred. "Come on, Red."

"Hey!"

A voice boomed from the end of the hallway.

Iris looked up. Hunter was standing there. He must have been coming to the VIP bar. He looked furious.

"Get your hands off her," Hunter shouted, striding toward them.

Leo looked at Hunter, then sneered. "Relax, grandpa. She's fair game."

Hunter reached them and shoved Leo's chest. "She said let go."

Leo stumbled back, releasing Iris's wrist. He looked at Hunter, recognizing him. "Rutledge? What is this, your escort?"

Hunter ignored him. He turned to Iris, his eyes filled with a mix of adrenaline and white-knight complex.

"Are you okay, miss? I..."

He stopped.

The red neon light flickered, illuminating Iris's face.

Hunter froze. His eyes widened, his pupils dilating. He blinked, once, twice. He looked at the red dress, the cleavage, the dark lipstick.

"Iris?" he whispered. It was a sound of pure disbelief.

Iris smoothed her wrist where Leo had touched her. "Hello, Hunter."

He shook his head, as if trying to clear a hallucination. "What... what are you doing here? You look..."

"Different?" she suggested.

"You look like a..." He didn't finish the sentence, but his eyes raked over her body with a hunger he hadn't shown in years.

Dorothea appeared behind him, breathless from chasing him in her heels.

"Hunter, what's wrong? Who is..."

She saw Iris. Her jaw dropped.

"Iris?" she squeaked.

She looked Iris up and down, her eyes narrowing instantly. She took in the dress, the setting, the man (Leo) lurking nearby.

She let out a small, theatrical gasp to cover her mouth.

"Oh my god," she said loudly. "Iris, are you... working here?"

The implication hung in the air. Prostitute.

Leo snickered. "How much, then?"

Hunter's face turned a deep shade of crimson. He looked at Iris with horror. Not because she was being insulted, but because he thought she was embarrassing him.

"Iris," he hissed. "Tell me you're not doing this. We haven't even filed the papers yet. Think of the family reputation."

Iris laughed. It was a dark, rich sound that bubbled up from her chest.

She stepped closer to Hunter. She was close enough to smell the scotch on his breath. She leaned in, her lips inches from his ear.

"I'm not working, Hunter," she whispered. "I'm celebrating."

"Celebrating what?" he asked, stiffening.

"My widowhood," she said.

She pulled back and winked at him.

Hunter looked like she had slapped him.

Leo, emboldened by the confusion, stepped forward again. "So, if you're not with him..."

He reached out and placed a hand on Iris's lower back, his fingers sliding toward her hip.

"I said, I'm fair game, right?" Leo grinned.

Hunter opened his mouth to shout again, but he was too slow.

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I stood alone at the marble altar, the silence of the temple pressing against my eardrums. It was my Mating Ceremony, but the groom was missing. My phone buzzed with a notification: a livestream of my mate, Alpha Cain, skipping our union to welcome my sister, Eris, home. In the video, he held her like she was fragile glass, captioning it: "True power recognizes true power." When I returned to the Pack House, humiliated, I wasn't met with an apology. I was met with a slap from my mother. Eris, feigning a powerful "Alpha Aura," claimed my mere scent was poisoning her. To "save" her, my family locked me in my room. But the true betrayal came when I overheard their hushed whispers through the door. "Use Vera," my mother said, her voice chillingly practical. "She recovers fast. We can drain her blood weekly for Eris. She can stay as a servant to raise Cain and Eris's pups." My blood ran cold. They didn't just neglect me; they planned to harvest me like livestock. They thought I was the weak Omega they exiled to the North years ago to peel potatoes. They had no idea that in the North, I wasn't a servant. I was Commander V, a warrior forged in ice and blood. I reached under my bed and pulled out my black tactical duffel. "Screw the meatloaf," I whispered. I wasn't just leaving. I was going to war.

Action Romance Werewolf

9.1

Eighteen Broken Promises, One Way Out

9.1

He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times. Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her. I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her. Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online. That was when I stopped feeling anything. I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London. He thinks I’m coming back in a week. He has no idea I’m gone for good. Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.

Action Modern

7.1

From Lies to Love: My Rival Husband

7.1

She needed a husband. He needed a wife. Neither expected to find each other at the end of the aisle. Mia Cross is a rising CEO with everything under control except her traditional family, who demands she marry before the year is out. Out of desperation, she invents the perfect boyfriend. But when her family insists on meeting him, her lie threatens to explode. Liam Wolfe, her infuriating rival from a competing firm. He's ruthless, arrogant, and entirely too handsome for his own good. But he needs a "wife" to secure the business deal of his life. Their solution? A marriage of convenience. The rules are simple: no love, no real intimacy, and an expiration date set in stone. But when family drama, boardroom battles, and scandalous rumors put their fragile arrangement under fire, Mia and Liam discover that pretending to be in love might be the most dangerous game of all. Because somewhere between fake kisses and staged smiles, the lines are blurring. And the hardest rule of all to keep might be the one that forbids falling in love. Will their marriage remain a lie... or become the truest thing they've ever known?

Action Modern Romance

9.2

He Chose Her Over Our Child

9.2

My world shattered twice. First, the ocean claimed my son. Then, the mountain road took another, a direct sacrifice to the man I loved and the woman he chose. In the hospital, beeps marked the emptiness where my second son used to be, echoing the first loss, both involving Holden and Giana. During the car crash, I was pinned, bleeding, and trapped. Holden, my partner, looked me in the eyes, then chose to save Giana, abandoning me and our unborn child. Soon, I overheard Holden praising Giana for turning our tragedy into a PR win. His hollow apologies and focus on Giana’s "miracle work" reignited the brutal memory of her push and his past denials. A decade of sacrificing my life and two children for a man who saw me as a liability left a bitter taste. His choice was clear; only profound abandonment remained. But this time, I was choosing me. From my profound loss, a dangerous spark ignited: I would not just survive; I would find freedom and make him pay.

Action Adventure Modern

7.9

His Bride Of Revenge

7.9

He tilted her chin up, his touch deceptively gentle. "You're trembling," he whispered, brushing his thumb over her lips, slow enough to make her shiver. "Is it fear..." His gaze lingered on her mouth. "Or me?" Her pulse stuttered, betraying her. He was too close, and her body didn't seem to remember which feeling came first, terror or desire. **** Elena Castellano never thought her father would trade her freedom to keep her safe. But after a violent attack changes everything, she is forced to marry the one man she has every reason to be afraid of, Stefano Bernardo, the ruthless heir to one of Milan's most dangerous families. To the world, it's a union between two powerful families. To Stefano, it's the sweetest revenge. Stuck in a marriage built on deceit and danger, Elena must fight not only for her freedom but also for her life, because Stefano's revenge runs deeper than she ever imagined. And if she truly wants to live, she must face the truth: the real danger isn't her husband's revenge; it's falling for him. He married her to destroy her family. But she might become the death of him - literally.

Action Mystery Romance

8.8

His Love, My Hell, Her Justice

8.8

My wedding day was ruined by a crazed woman named Isolde, who claimed my husband, Ezekiel, was her soulmate from a past life. Then, after a car accident, Ezekiel faked amnesia, siding with her and putting me through hell. He let Isolde murder my mother, forced me to face my deepest fears, and poisoned me in public. When I finally had Isolde arrested, Ezekiel's revenge was swift and brutal. He kidnapped me and, in a final act of cruelty, snapped the neck of my puppy, Muffin-the only comfort I had left. He thought he had broken me, that he had destroyed every last piece of my soul. He was wrong. He had just unleashed a monster. Now, from the shadows, I will dismantle his empire, ruin his life, and make him pay for every tear I shed. My revenge has just begun.

Action Mystery Romance

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

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