All Chapters of Surgeon's Revenge: From Ex Wife To Country's Best Doctor : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Valeria's POV The monitor flatlined for three full seconds before the rhythm came back.“V-fib,” I snapped. “Charge to two hundred. Clear.”The paddles hit and body jerked. The line spiked, then settled into a shaky but usable beat.“Sinus is weak, but it’s there.” I kept my eyes on the screen. “Give me another milligram of epi. We’re not losing her on the table.”Dr. Carol moved fast on the meds. The scrub nurse already had the next suture ready. Blood soaked through the third set of sponges. The child’s chest was open, the repair on the mitral valve more complicated than the scans had promised. Congenital defects never followed the textbook when you needed them to.“Pressure’s climbing,” Carol said. “Seventy over forty.”“Good enough," I said. "Close the chest. Slow and clean. I want every stitch perfect.”Forty-two minutes later I stepped back from the table, gloves sticky, mask damp against my face. The girl was stable. Transfer to PICU was already rolling. I stripped the gown, t

Valeria's POV I read the contract three times before I let myself react to any of it. The kitchen light buzzed over my head, my sandwich long abandoned, cold coffee at my elbow that I kept reaching for out of habit and not actually drinking. It was twelve pages with numbered clauses. One year marriage. Public appearances as required. Separate bedrooms with separate finances except for agreed joint expenses. No romantic expectations and no physical intimacy required. Tyrone retains full decision-making on Belle’s custody and medical care unless he asks for input. In exchange: Yates Foundation covers the full shortfall for St. Marie’s Pediatric Cardiac Institute for the next three fiscal years. Funding begins the day the marriage license is filed. Exit clause available after twelve months with thirty days’ notice. All public statements coordinated through counsel. I read it twice, then a third time. I'd lying to a judge, to the board, to Belle in some ways. It felt wrong on my p

Tyrone's POV "I'll explain everything once we're home," Valeria said into the phone, voice tight, eyes moving to me like this was somehow my fault, which, it mostly was. "I promise. Just.... give me an hour." Whatever her mother said back made her wince. "I know, I know, Mom." She said. "An hour." She ended the call and stared out the window. The car turned up the long drive a few minutes later, gates parting automatically, gravel crunching under the tires, and I watched Valeria's face shift as the house came into full view, her eyes moved from the stone walls to the main house and stayed there. “This is where you live?” she asked. “This is home," I said. "Technically it's ours now." "This is not a house," She stared up at it through the window as we pulled to a stop. "This is a small country." Belle was already at the front door before we'd fully parked, bouncing on her toes. The second the door opened she launched herself forward. "You did it! You actually did it! I can't

Valeria's POV I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. "I'm not..." I started. "Of course," Karolina's voice cut me off. “That explains everything. She trapped him. One night, one mistake, and suddenly my son is standing in a courthouse signing his life away.” "Excuse me," Mom said, voice going very quiet. "Gold diggers rush," Karolina said. "They rush because they know if they wait, someone smarter gets a chance to talk sense into the man they've targeted." "Do not," Mom said, standing up so fast her chair scraped hard against the floor, "call my daughter a gold digger." "I'll call it what it is." Karolina said. "You don't know a single thing about her," Mom said, voice rising. "My daughter has her own money. She's a cardiac surgeon, one of the best in this state, and before that I was a surgeon too, the best in the country at what I did, so she doesn't need your son's bank account for anything. She built her entire life with her own two hands." "Then why the rush

Valeria's POV Tyrone's Grandma stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind her with a soft click. The maid stayed by her side, still holding the shopping bag like it contained something fragile. "Ma'am," I forced a polite smile even though my stomach was already twisting. “I mean, Mrs. Yates...” “Stop that.” She waved a hand. “We are family now. You call me Grandma Lynette. Or Nana Lyn, the way Belle does. I will not have my grandson’s wife addressing me like I am some distant board member.” “Grandma Lyn,” I corrected, the words feeling strange in my mouth. “Better.” She turned to the maid. “You can leave the bag and go. Thank you.” The maid set the bag on the low table near the couch, gave a small nod, and slipped out. The door shut again. Now it was just the two of us and the sound of the shower still running behind the bathroom door. Steam was already seeping out from under the bathroom door in thin white curls, carrying the clean scent of his soap into the