All Chapters of Surgeon's Revenge: From Ex Wife To Country's Best Doctor : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Scarlett's POV Eight hours with your hands inside someone's chest teaches you things about yourself that therapy never could.I stood at the scrub sink and turned the water as hot as it went and watched it run pink down the drain and thought about the moment, the specific moment around hour five when Emma Cruz's repaired valve had been sitting exposed under my hands and the room had been quiet except for the ventilator and the monitors and my own breath, and I had understood with complete clarity that I could end this.One wrong cut, and I could say Surgeons made errors, complications happened and nobody in that room would have known it wasn't an accident, but I'd kept going.I kept going because she was my patient and I am a surgeon and the oath I took doesn't come with an exception that said, except when the patient's family tried to have you murdered and then declared you legally dead before the river finished draining from your car. I'd kept going because letting her die would ha

Scarlett's POV The Camden consultat took forty minutes.Forty minutes of standing in a cardiology room discussing a fifty-six-year-old man's mitral valve prolapse with three residents and a cardiologist who kept flattering. I answered every question, reviewed the imaging and gave my recommendations with absolute calmness."Thank you, Dr. Fox." The cardiologist shook my hand. "It's an honor, genuinely.""Take care of your patient," I said, and left.The third floor stairwell was empty.I pushed through the door, sat down on the third step, put my face in my hands, and let my hands shake.Nobody was watching so I let them.The muffled sounds of the hospital settled around me and I sat in it and breathed the way I'd learned to breathe in the years after the river, slow and deliberate.Eventually it believed me and then the quiet got too quiet, making the past, the way it always did when I sat still long enough, found me.The wedding had been in May.I hadn't thought about that in years

Nicholas's POV I drove home from the hospital with both hands on the wheel and nothing working correctly inside my chest.She was alive.Katrina Lancaster, or Scarlett Fox as she insisted, had spent eight hours with her hands inside my mother's chest this morning and saved her and looked at me in that consultation room like I was a patient's difficult relative and nothing more. Like ten years of me being destroyed by her absence was a personal problem she had no business to acknowledge.She was alive and she had been alive and I had buried an empty coffin.I pulled through the estate gates and sat in the car for a full minute before I went inside.My father was in the study when I came in. He was with his phone, on a board call, the usual evening and he held up one finger without looking at me. The fire was going and the room felt like it always felt, old wood and scotch, and the particular weight of a house that had been holding the same family in place for three generations.He fin

Nicholas's POV I walked towards them before I could stop myself.Aiden saw me first and his face brighten instantly, He said something to Katrina and pointed directly at me.I watched her go still.She turned slowly and her eyes found mine across the cafeteria and whatever she saw in my face told her everything because she was already pulling herself together before I'd taken three steps, the stillness sliding back to place.The man with her caught it too. He looked at me, looked at her, and stood without being asked. One hand on Aiden's shoulder. He said something quietly, stood, and put one hand briefly on Aiden's shoulder."Come on," he said to the kids. "I saw a vending machine downstairs that's calling your name.""I didn't hear anything," Aiden said."Aiden." Katrina said. "Go with your uncle Spencer."Aiden looked at her then slid off his chair. Val was already standing, book under arm, watching me over Spencer's shoulder until the door closed behind them.Katrina picked up he

Scarlett's POV I was awake before the room got light.I lay there listening to the city, distant and indifferent and ran the conversation in my head until it stopped making sense and started again from the beginning. By the time the light under the curtains went from grey to pale yellow I had rehearsed it enough times that the words had stop feeling like words.Spencer was already there when I came out of the bedroom, his coffee was already made, he had something from the hotel bakery on the table, his phone was in his hand. He looked up when he heard me.Neither of usSpencer was already in the sitting area when I came out. Coffee on the table, something from the hotel bakery beside it, his phone in his hand. He looked up when he heard me.I poured coffee and sat across from him and we didn't speak for a few minutes. Just the city outside the glass and the sound of something small moving in with twins room, it was probably Aiden, he'd never once slept past seven in his life."I have