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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Sienna stood between Iris and the guard. She was half his size, but she had the posture of someone who owned the building.

"Do you know who I am?" she asked the guard.

The guard hesitated. "Miss Vance?"

"That's right," Sienna said. She pointed a manicured finger at Leo, who was being helped up by his friends. "That trash grabbed her. Twice. We have witnesses. And I'm sure if we pull the security footage, we'll see exactly where his hands were."

She turned to the guard. "If you touch her, my father pulls his investment in this club by morning. And then we sue Mr. Leone for sexual harassment."

The guard swallowed. He looked at Leo, then at Sienna. The math was easy. The Vance family money was old and heavy.

"I... I'll need to see the footage," the guard stammered. "But... okay. Just... please leave."

"We're leaving," Sienna said. She grabbed Iris's hand. "Come on, Iris."

They turned to go.

Hunter stepped in front of them again. He looked bewildered, his authority completely usurped by Iris's best friend.

"Iris," he said. He reached out, his eyes landing on her hand.

There was a small cut on her knuckle from the glass. A single drop of blood welled up.

"You're bleeding," he said. His voice softened. For a second, he was the man Iris used to love. "Let me... let me take you to a doctor. My car is outside."

Iris pulled her hand back as if he had burned her.

"Don't touch me," she said.

Dorothea was there, clutching his arm. "Hunter, leave her. She's obviously unstable. Look at her violence."

Iris looked at Dorothea. "Shut up," she said.

Dorothea gasped. "Hunter! She's insulting me!"

Hunter frowned. "Iris, apologize. Dorothea is just concerned."

Iris laughed again. It was a tired sound.

"Hunter," she said. She held up her bleeding hand. She splayed her fingers. "Look."

"What?"

"No ring," she said. "I'm not your wife. I don't answer to you. I don't apologize to your mistress. And I certainly don't need your ride."

"I'm just worried about you!" Hunter shouted. "You're acting like a different person!"

Iris stepped into his space.

"The Iris you knew is dead," she said. "You killed her. You bored her to death, and then you broke her heart. This is what was left underneath."

She turned to Sienna. "Let's go."

They walked past them. Hunter stood frozen, staring at her back. He could feel his eyes on her. He could feel the confusion radiating off him.

High above, on the darkened balcony of the owner's suite, a man watched the scene unfold.

Auguste Lindsey swirled the amber liquid in his glass. He had seen everything. The harassment. The bottle. The money. The ex-husband.

He watched the woman in the red dress disappear into the crowd.

"Garth," he said quietly.

A man in a sharp suit stepped out of the shadows. "Sir?"

"Who is she?"

"That's Iris Rutledge. Or... Gutierrez, now. Hunter Rutledge's ex-wife."

Auguste raised an eyebrow. "The quiet one? The one with the felony record?"

"That's the one."

Auguste took a sip of his drink. He smiled.

"She has training," he murmured. "That wasn't a lucky swing. Efficient."

"Sir?"

"Find out everything," Auguste said. "She's interesting. And I'm bored."

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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.

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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.

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