All Chapters of After The Divorce I Became Untouchable: The Rise Of Ghost Do: Chapter 1
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Chapter 1: The Birthday Divorce
The night Ivan Murphy was divorced was louder than a gunshot, and colder than winter. Laughter filled the Zhao family villa, sharp and bright beneath crystal chandeliers. Red banners hung from marble pillars, announcing Madam Zhao’s sixtieth birthday in bold gold letters. Important people filled the hall; famous doctors, wealthy investors, minor politicians, heirs with famous last names. But Ivan, Ivan stood near the edge of the crowd. He wore a plain black suit that had been cleaned too many times. In his hands was a neatly wrapped gift he had spent weeks choosing. No one looked at him. No one greeted him. To the Zhao family, he was just a piece of furniture. Something useful once, now ignored. “Isn’t that the useless son-in-law?” someone whispered from the other end. “He’s still here? Shameless.” Laughter. “He really thinks he belongs.” Ivan heard every word, but he said nothing. For three years, he had learned the value of silence. Then the doors ope
Chapter 2: Five Million and a Torn Goodbye
Lina stood perplexed. Her jaw dropped, and her chest ached. She felt like she had lost something valuable. She swallowed hard. Even though Ivan had gone beyond the iron gate at the compound, she stared into the dark night. At the wind. And something crossed her mind—where would he go? Her eyes narrowed, as guilt bore down on her with relentless weight. She battled with her mind. A part of her wanted to run after him. But…Victor pulled her close, and his arm swung around her waist. "Let him go, darling. He's not worth your breath." But even as he said it, Victor watched the gate with steady eyes. Something about the man's calm, the way he had torn up five million dollars without hesitation... No. Victor shook his head. Just a desperate man's last attempt at dignity. Nothing more. He thought. Meanwhile, Ivan walked down the silent road. No car waited for him. No driver. No one. Just the empty street and the night. The secret lurking in the shadows. The dangers hangin
Chapter 3: The Seal Breaks
The past has a way of catching up with us. Especially when you had been running from it for three years. Ivan sat on a bench in Memorial Park, watching the city lights flicker across the lake. It was past midnight. The wine had dried crusty on his shirt, and he had no other shirt to change into. A homeless man two benches over was having better luck than him; at least he had a shopping cart full of belongings. Ivan had nothing. By choice. He closed his eyes and let the memories come. The ones he had buried. Locked away for years. Pretended they didn't exist while he played the role of a worthless son-in-law in the Zhao family. Blood, so much blood. Sand and smoke and the screams of dying men. Operating theaters that weren't theaters at all, just tents with flickering generators and supplies that ran out halfway through surgery. The warlord who had knelt before him, begging him to save his daughter. The rebel leader who had offered him a hidden mountain of gold for an imp
Chapter 4: Six Hours That Shook The City
Death had a schedule, and Ivan was about to make it wait. Dr. Raymond Chen led him through the private wing like a man in a trance. They walked past bewildered nurses and security guards who'd tried to throw Ivan out minutes earlier. Soon, word spread through the hospital in whispers—the Ghost Doctor is real, and he is here. "Mr. Jerome is in the critical care suite," Dr. Chen said, his earlier arrogance completely evaporated. "We've kept him stable, but the hemorrhaging is progressing. Every specialist we've consulted says the same thing. The surgery is impossible." "Nothing is impossible," Ivan replied. "Just improbable." They reached a set of double doors. Through the glass, Ivan could see a crowd of surgeons in scrubs, monitoring equipment, and at the center, an elderly man on life support. Tubes. Wires. The steady beep of machines doing the work his brain couldn't. William Jerome. Billionaire industrialist. Philanthropist. Dying. A woman in her forties stood
Chapter 5: The Genius Exposed
Pride came before the fall, but Victor Han's pride was about to shove him off a cliff. The Lakecity Grand Convention Center gleamed with importance. Red carpet, tight security checkpoints, and television cameras from three countries. The International Medical Innovation Forum attracted the brightest minds in medicine. And this year's keynote speaker was the youngest ever invited… Victor Han. Twenty-nine years old, heir to the Han group fortune, and supposedly a medical genius. He stood backstage, checking his presentation one last time. The auditorium held two hundred seats. Many medical elites and experts across the country were here to witness Victor’s moment of glory. "Mr. Han, five minutes," a stagehand called. Victor nodded, smoothing his designer suit. Everything was perfect. Everything was planned. This presentation would cement his reputation. Lina would see what real success looked like. The Zhao family would worship at his feet. And somewhere out there, Ivan M
Chapter 6: Regret Begins
Denial was easier than admitting you'd thrown away a diamond while chasing glass. Lina sat in Victor's penthouse living room. Champagne in hand, as she laughed at her phone screen. The video had gone viral—Victor's humiliation at the medical forum. It was the new trend across every social media platform. "It's obviously doctored," she said, taking another sip. "Special effects. Some jealous rival is trying to ruin you, babe." Victor stood by the window, his back in her direction. He hadn't spoken in twenty minutes. "Victor, darling,” she stood up and took a step forward. “you need to issue a statement. Sue them for defamation. This will blow over in a week." Victor turned around, eyes shooting daggers of disdain."Shut up, Lina!" She blinked. "What?" "I said shut up." Victor's voice was hollow. "You have no idea what you're talking about." Lina set down her glass, irritation flashing across her face. "Excuse me? I'm trying to help—" "Help?" His brows furrowed, and Lina rec
Chapter 7 : Sit
Power isn't about throwing threats. It's the silence between words. Ivan sat in a corner at Meridian Café. The kind of quiet place where business was conducted in whispers. He had ordered black coffee but hadn't touched it. When he checked his wrist watch tangled on his wrists, a deep sigh escaped him. Immediately the door opened, and a woman walked in. Six feet tall in heels, high cheekbones, tailored black suit, dark hair pulled back severe enough to cut glass. Her blue eyes cut through the silence in the room, and her gaze fell on him—Ivan. Her name was Serena Vale. She entered like she owned not just the café but the entire city block. She moved through the room with the confidence of someone who had never heard the word "No" and wouldn't recognize it if she did. Every head in the café turned to watch her, but she ignored them all. Her beauty was extraordinary. No man could walk past her, without turning for a second glance. But as she sauntered towar
Chapter 8: Live Execution
Reputation can be built over years, but it takes a minute to be destroyed. Especially when the cameras are rolling. Lakecity Medical University's grand auditorium held three thousand seats. Every single one was filled with influential figures. Cameras from seventeen news networks lined the walls. Medical professionals from forty countries watched via live stream. The air buzzed with anticipation and judgment. At the center of the stage sat two surgical stations, identical in every way. Between them stood Dr. Solomon Krell, sixty-two years old, silver-haired, and radiating authority like a king on his throne. "Ladies and gentlemen," Krell's voice boomed through the speakers. "We gather today not for spectacle, but for truth.” “Medical science is built on verifiable methods, documented procedures, and legitimate credentials." He gestured toward the empty station across from him. "The so-called Ghost Doctor has none of these. No medical license. No documented training. No peer
Chapter 9: The Jade Fist's Mistake
Violence is a language, and Ivan was fluent in languages most people didn't know about. The text message arrived at exactly 2am in the morning. "We have Lina Zhao. Come to the Iron District warehouse alone. Or she dies." Below the message was a photo. Familiar face. The last face Ivan had expected to see again…Lina Zhao, his Ex-wife, bound to a chair with blood trickling from her split lip. Ivan was lying on his small foam, inside his single room apartment he had rented. He stared at the photo for exactly three seconds. Then he laughed… It wasn't a happy laugh. It wasn't even an amused laugh. It was the laugh of someone who'd just watched a mouse threaten a tiger. He typed back: "Specific location?" The response came immediately: "Iron District, Warehouse 7. One hour. Come alone or her death is on you." Ivan put on his jacket and walked out into the night. The Iron District was where Lakecity kept its dirty secrets. Abandoned factories. underground gambling dens. And the kin
Chapter 10: A Shadow Kneels
**Some men were born killers, others became. But all men bleed the same.** Adrian Locke waited in the darkness of the parking garage. He hid behind a concrete pillar, perfectly positioned to see without being seen. He had been waiting for an hour. When the elevator dinged. Ivan stepped out, carrying a bag of takeout, looking tired and completely unaware. He had taken Lina Zhao home and refused all forms of her advances to get on his good side. He didn't go to save her. He went to punish the Jade Society over the event of three years ago that forced him to disappear. Adrian smiled in his hiding spot. This would be easy. He had spent ten years as a military contractor, then another ten as an independent operator. The Ghost Doctor might be impressive in a surgical theater, but this was Adrian's theater. He let Ivan walk past him. Waited until Ivan reached his car. Then he moved. Silent. Fast. Professional. The garrote wire came around Ivan's neck from behind, pulled tight