2025-10-08 08:14:01"I'm done with this marriage madness that turns you into a maniac! You follow me everywhere and ruin every chance I have of moving on!" Nancy’s voice shattered the silence like a lightning strike, her eyes blazing with furious heat. The raw pain and frustration behind her words hung thick in the sterile hospital room, cutting deeper than any blade.
I remained calm, though inside I was a storm, arms crossed tightly across my chest. “Then do me the honor of setting me free from this hell you called marriage. I’m equally tired—tired of being used, drained, and treated like I don’t exist.”
She let out a sharp, bitter laugh, the sound bitter and harsh like breaking glass. “So now you suddenly have a backbone? Now you want out?”
“I want peace,” I said evenly, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “If you have the divorce papers, hand them over. I’m ready.”
Nancy’s eyes narrowed, her confidence flickering for just a moment—a glimpse of doubt hiding behind the fire. Then, without a word, she glanced at Carl, who stood beside her. His smirk was the silent command she needed.
Their unspoken exchange was crystal clear: Should I do it? Yes. Before he changes his mind.
With a wicked glint in her eye, Nancy pulled the papers from her bag and thrust them toward me as if they were a weapon—a slap disguised as a document.
I took my time, deliberately scanning every clause, every legal phrase. I refused to be trapped again. The pain had taught me to be cautious, to guard my heart and my future carefully. No more mistakes. No more blind trust.
Satisfied, I signed the papers with a hand as steady as my resolve.
The expression on Nancy’s face was worth every moment of the heartbreak. Disbelief. Hurt. Anger. She forced a bitter laugh, sharp as a knife. “You think I care about you? Go to hell, Charlie.”
I gave a small, amused chuckle. “Thanks for the send-off.”
At that moment, the door opened quietly. Linda stepped inside—the calm eye in the storm. Her presence was like sunlight piercing through heavy clouds, bringing warmth to the cold room.
“Charlie?” Her voice was soft but concerned, cutting through the tension like a surgeon’s scalpel. She hurried toward me. “Oh my God, what happened to you?”
“I’m exhausted. It’s a long story... Can we go?” I asked, voice tired, leaning on her without hesitation.
Without hesitation, Linda wrapped an arm around my waist, the other steadying mine over her shoulder. Her touch was gentle but firm, a quiet strength I desperately needed.
Then, chaos erupted.
“What the hell is this?!” Nancy exploded, eyes wide with shock and fury. “What are you doing with my husband?”
“Ex-husband,” Linda said coolly, not missing a beat. Her voice was steady, dangerously calm. “You handed him over five minutes ago, remember?”
Nancy’s face twisted in horror as she looked back and forth between us, struggling to understand.
“Who the hell are you?” she demanded.
I tilted my head, a faint smile playing on my lips. “She’s the one you can ask.”
Nancy’s voice dropped to a sneer. “Have you been cheating on me?”
Linda laughed, mockery dripping from every syllable. “Cheating? Honey, you should be asking yourself that question. Sweet Miss Helpless... or should I say ‘Miss Manipulative.’”
Before Nancy could retort, Carl stepped forward, trying to break the rising tension.
“Nancy, please,” he said, trying to place himself between the two women. “Don’t start.”
“We’re divorced now, Nancy,” I said quietly, my eyes locked on hers. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
Nancy scoffed, shaking her head, looking away. “I get it now. That’s why you signed so quickly—because you had her all along.”
“You wanted the divorce too,” I reminded her, voice steady. “Or was there another reason? Or someone else?”
Carl’s eyes darkened, his mouth sealing shut as though biting down on the truth.
Linda narrowed her eyes. “Right. A random rich man swoops in, pays all her mother’s hospital bills, and expects nothing in return? Sounds like a fairy tale.”
“You don’t know anything!” Nancy spat venom in her words.
“Enough!” Linda snapped, stepping forward, voice sharp and commanding. “You think Charlie’s nothing? Let me tell you something. That man is worth more than you could ever imagine—but you were too blind, too greedy to see it.”
“You’re crazy,” Nancy hissed.
Then, without warning, she slapped Linda.
The sharp crack echoed through the hospital ward.
For a suspended second, everything froze. My heart skipped. But Linda didn’t flinch.
With the grace of a queen and precision of a soldier, Linda struck back—once, twice. Two resounding slaps sent Nancy stumbling backward into Carl’s arms.
Linda’s voice dropped low, cold and deadly. “Don’t ever raise your hand at me again. Next time, I’ll break it—and not even the best doctor will fix it.”
Carl had to hold Nancy down as she struggled.
“Charlie, take your mistress and leave,” he growled.
“She’s no mistress,” I said, meeting his eyes, voice firm. “She’s everything your girlfriend isn’t.” Carl’s smirk twitched, but he said nothing.
Nancy glared at me with bloodshot eyes. “We’re meeting with the MIRACLE DOCTOR soon. You’re useless now. Just leave!” Linda’s soft laugh filled the room.
“The MIRACLE DOCTOR?” she repeated, tasting the words like a challenge.
“Yeah!” Nancy snapped. “Carl’s arranged everything.”
Carl straightened, facing me directly. “Yes. I’ve set it all up.” I glanced at Linda.
She smiled knowingly, then tilted her head toward Carl. “Is that what you told her?”
Carl hesitated, swallowing hard. “Of course.”
Linda turned back to Nancy with a slow, sharp smile. “Well, I wish you both luck.”
“You’ll need that luck more than I do,” Nancy shot back, venom thick in her tone. “Especially with a cheater like her by his side.”
Linda stepped forward, calm and poised. “You’re angry, but that’s not my fault—that’s yours. You threw him away. And when you finally realize what you lost, I’ll be right there... to remind
d you.” She reached for my hand, her touch warm and steady.
“Let’s go, Charlie,” Linda said softly. “You need to get rehydrated. Your body’s been through too much. But you’ll be fine.”
We turned toward the door. Carl remained frozen in place, but I saw the flicker of panic in his eyes.
I didn’t look back once.
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The morning begins without warning.There is no official alert sent through the executive channel. No red banner across internal systems. No urgent knock at Charlie’s door.Instead, a quiet call comes through Raiden’s secure line just after eight.“They’re five minutes out,” the voice says.Raiden pauses. “Five minutes?”“Yes.”“No advance team sweep?”“Minimal.”Raiden ends the call and walks quickly down the corridor toward Charlie’s office. He does not run. He does not raise his voice. He simply moves with sharpened focus.Charlie is reviewing a staffing proposal when Raiden steps inside.“We have a visitor,” Raiden says.Charlie does not look up immediately.“Unscheduled?”“Yes.”Charlie closes the file.“Who?”Raiden holds his gaze.“The president.”The words hang in the air without drama.Charlie nods once.“Security?”“Discreet. Limited personnel. He insisted.”Charlie stands.“Then we receive him as a visitor.”Not as a spectacle. Not as a threat.As a visitor.Outside, the mo
Chapter 228
The applause from the summit fades into the usual cycle of commentary, analysis, and then the next urgent headline. Within days, the speech is folded into broader discussions about governance and reform. Panels quote it. Articles reference it. Then the world moves forward.Inside the hospital, the rhythm never changed in the first place.Elena stands at the scrub sink just after dawn, sleeves rolled high, fingers moving with steady precision beneath the running water. The surgical wing smells faintly of antiseptic and coffee. Night staff exchange clipped updates before heading home. Day teams gather charts and tablets.A nurse steps beside her.“You’re on with Dr. Raman for the second case?” the nurse asks.“Yes,” Elena replies, eyes still on her hands. “And I want imaging rechecked before we start.”“It was reviewed at four.”“I know. I want it reviewed again.”The nurse nods. No irritation. Just acknowledgment.Elena finishes scrubbing and moves toward the operating room. Through th
Chapter 227
The letter remains in the drawer.Linda does not touch it the next morning. She wakes before sunrise, lies still for a while, and listens to the quiet of her apartment. The city will start moving soon. Traffic will gather. Notifications will begin their steady pulse.For now, there is only silence.Across the city, Charlie’s schedule begins earlier than usual. The medical summit has drawn researchers, hospital administrators, and policy leaders from across several countries. The conference center hums with layered conversations and restrained ambition.He reviews his notes in a small private room backstage. The folder in his hand is thin. No dramatic slides. No elaborate presentation.Raiden stands near the door, scanning updates on a tablet.“They’re at capacity,” Raiden says. “Overflow rooms are active.”Charlie nods once.“Security?” he asks.“Standard. Nothing unusual.”Charlie closes the folder and sets it on the table.“You could broaden it,” Raiden offers. “Address institutiona
Chapter 226
The draft sits open on Linda’s screen for three days before she types a single word.She does not title it. She does not date it. She only stares at the empty space and listens to the low hum of her apartment at night. The refrigerator cycles on. A car passes below. Somewhere upstairs, a chair scrapes against the floor.She has written statements before. Carefully structured responses. Legal clarifications. Interviews shaped to minimize damage. Those had purpose. Those had direction.This has neither.She begins anyway.Charlie,She stops.The name looks strange alone, without context or title. For years it had been paired with company briefings, strategic decisions, press conferences. It had weight. Authority. Now it is just a word on a blank page.She deletes it.She types again.I don’t know where to begin.That feels honest. She leaves it.The cursor blinks. She watches it as if it might suggest something for her. It does not.I have replayed the last few years more times than I c
Chapter 225
The discovery does not come through gossip or a late night call. It arrives the way most real damage does, quietly and documented.Linda’s attorney asks her to come in early. His voice over the phone is controlled, but thinner than usual.“There’s something you need to see,” he says.She expects another compliance review. Another residual audit tied to the consortium fallout. She dresses carefully, almost formally, as if composure can shape outcomes.The documents are spread across the conference table when she arrives. Printed copies. Highlighted lines. Transfer logs with dates she recognizes.“What is this?” she asks, remaining standing.“Independent forensic accounting,” her attorney replies. “Commissioned after the last round of internal reviews.”She studies the first page. Then the second. Then she sits.Shell companies. Layered ownership. Offshore accounts routed through subsidiaries that once reported to her division.The amounts are not small.“These were processed during my
Chapter 224
Months pass before her voice returns.Not in a press conference. Not through a spokesperson. A single interview, recorded in a studio that looks intentionally plain. Neutral walls. No dramatic lighting. No audience. Just a table, two chairs, and a camera that does not blink.The host is careful. Not hostile. Not sympathetic. Careful.Linda sits upright, hands folded loosely in front of her. She has lost weight. Or maybe it is just the absence of makeup and curated posture. There is no jewelry. No emblem. No badge of authority left to signal who she used to be.The clip surfaces online without warning. A small outlet releases it first. Within hours, larger networks pick it up.In Skydome’s monitoring division, the content filters flag her name. The feed populates automatically. No one alerts Charlie directly. He sees it later on his own.In the interview, the host asks, “Why speak now?”Linda pauses before answering.“Because silence begins to sound like agreement,” she says.“Agreemen
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