The Masked Surgeon: My Husband's Ultimate Regret

ernous, silent bathroom. Two pink lines stared up at Ellie, stark and unforgiving. She gripped the edge of th

en meticulous. This slip‑up could only mean one thing: her body and

be terminated, and th

er heart, she had even secretly wished for a child of her own flesh and blood. But that

's cold indifference, his family's contempt, and a lethal risk that could expose her secret at any mome

d water rushed over her hands, a temporary shock to a system already overloaded. She spla

of the nightgown that draped her frame-a gift from her husband-Julian, like everything else in this gilded cage.

her status as Mrs. Hayes. The clasp bit into the skin of her nape as she tore it off. She t

ter bedroom was vast, a monument to wealth and emptiness. She crossed it without a glance at

em all. Reaching up to the highest shelf, hidden behind a row of hat boxes, she pulled down a dusty, worn canvas duffel bag. It still

ag. Her hands deliberately bypassed the silks and cashmeres that filled the space. A stra

ay. The private elevator. Her spine went ri

oothed down her nightgown and walked out of the closet, t

Julian Hayes strode in, his presence sucking the air from the room. He shrugged off his custom-tailored

ld no warmth. They assessed her the way he would a stock that was underperforming,

leather shoes the only sound. He didn't stop until he wa

sent it skidding across the glass. It stopped inches from her bare feet. The embossed logo of

want this marriage to be over," he said. His voice was flat, dev

ays imagined a searing pain in her chest. Instead, there was only a dull ache in her lower ab

f paper. The edges were sharp. She pulled out the

age, the clauses detailing the division of assets-or rather, the lack

ng his brow. This wasn't the reaction he'

holder on the table. She uncapped it, the metal

for her signature. There was no hesitation. The pen me

doing, his view obscured by the curtain of her long, da

relief and contempt. "I can finally

around the massive, empty room. The butler was a s

ared hard at Ellie, his g

her head, she met his wild, confused stare with a lo

silence. "Did you just say somethi

d slowly, a picture

ow he's hearing things, too, the voice sne

om inside his own skull. He felt a dizzying wave of vertigo, th