All Chapters of My Doctor Ex-Husband Kneeled and Begged Me Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The red light above the operating room had been on for four solid hours.Daniel's pupils were already unequal in size. His intracranial pressure had spiked to forty-five. The attending surgeon burst out of the OR, her shoes squeaking against the hallway floor."Dr. Holloway, your brother needs an emergency decompressive craniectomy. But he has Rh-negative blood, and the hospital blood bank only has one batch in stock — it requires the director's authorization to release. Also, Sterile Suite 3 is the only OR that meets the contamination standards for this surgery, and it's currently undergoing equipment calibration —""I'll go find Ethan right now."I ripped the IV catheter from the back of my hand and ran downstairs barefoot.When I reached the door of the director's office, it was locked from inside. I could hear Vivian's voice through the door."Ethan, I just nicked my finger cutting a mango, and now my heart is racing so fast — I think I'm going to faint... Hold me."I pounded on th

The grand hall of the Holloway Estate had been redecorated.The family portrait my mother had hung on the wall was gone, replaced by a large framed portrait of Vivian. The long dining table was draped with a new tablecloth, and in the center sat a three-tier fondant cake, the words "Welcome Vivian to Our Family" piped in gold icing.I had brought what I needed: the signed divorce papers and the USB drive.More than forty guests filled the hall — practically every prominent family in Ashton was represented.When I walked in, no one looked at me.Not until I reached the center of the hall did anyone notice — because I was blocking the projection screen.Ethan sat at the head of the table. Vivian sat to his right. Lily was on Vivian's lap.The three of them shared a matching set of white-and-gold bone china place settings.My seat was at the far end of the table. My plate was one of the estate's old dishes."You came."Ethan glanced at me."Why didn't you cover those marks on your face? G

The search and rescue operation lasted fifteen days.The Ashton Fire Department deployed two underwater rescue teams, combing the river downstream from the estate for twenty-five miles. On the ninth day, they recovered a woman's jacket near a downstream dam — dark gray, the right side from armpit to waist caked with dried blood, the fabric bleached white from soaking.On the twelfth day, a prescription painkiller bottle was found wedged in the rocks further downstream. The cap bore bite marks. Forensics extracted and matched them — they were mine.On the fifteenth day, authorities issued the search report. Conclusion: Given the current velocity at the point of entry, water temperature, severity of injuries, and the absence of any signs of survival after sustained search efforts, the probability of survival was estimated at less than three percent.Ethan refused to sign the presumption-of-death certificate.He tore the search report in half, rising from his chair so forcefully it topple

Three days after the signing ceremony.Ashton received the first major downpour of the winter.Ethan stood outside the front entrance of the Continental Hotel, holding Lily's hand.Lily's right eye was wrapped in gauze. Her left eye's vision had deteriorated to 20/1000. She couldn't make out the revolving door in front of her, her hand groping blindly through the air until her fingers found the metal frame.Ethan held her hand. The two of them stood in the rain. He had no umbrella.Rain streamed through his hair, pooled in his eye sockets, and ran down into his shirt collar. His trouser knees were caked with grime — before arriving, he had knelt on the concrete of the hotel parking garage for forty minutes, blocked by security, before being turned away.Later, when the guards changed shifts, he and Lily slipped in through the service entrance.He knelt on the front steps. Lily stood beside him, her gauze soaked through by the rain, plastered to her eye socket.Twenty minutes later, the

Vivian's trial lasted three days.The courtroom gallery was packed. The first row was press. In the second row sat the driver of Daniel's car. In the third sat the bakery clerk from the ground floor of Grandview Mall — the one who had read "Happy Birthday, Sis" aloud for Daniel.The verdict was delivered in open court.First-degree murder. Sentenced to death.When Vivian heard the verdict from the defendant's stand, the left side of her face seized. From brow to jawline, the entire half convulsed — her mouth wrenched to one side, saliva dripping from the corner of her lips onto the orange jumpsuit.Her meningioma had doubled in size over the past four months. It was now compressing the main trunk of the facial nerve.As the bailiffs led her out, her legs buckled. She collapsed to her knees in the gallery aisle, palms braced on the floor, forehead pressed to the tile."Please... let Dr. S operate on me... I don't want to die in here..."No one answered.The bailiffs lifted her and dragg