All Chapters of The Surgeon’s Revenge Deal: Chapter 161 - Chapter 169

GwenI stood at the edge of the ballroom entrance and let myself have one full breath before I walked in.The chandeliers above the Whitmore Grand's main hall threw soft gold light over round tables dressed in ivory linen, each one crowned with a small brass placard bearing the names of donors, faculty, and press. A banner stretched across the far wall in deep navy and silver: ‘THE HALVERSON INSTITUTE ANNUAL RESEARCH RECOGNITION’. Beneath it, on an easel taller than I was, sat a blown-up photograph of my own face beside the title of the paper that had consumed the last three years of my life.This event, this room, this particular chandelier light falling across my shoulders, was what I had rebuilt myself toward. Not fame. Not vindication, even, though I wouldn't have minded a little of that. I had wanted, more than anything, to prove that a second chance could be spent on something that mattered to someone other than me.I smoothed the front of my dress, feeling the small tremor in m

AlexThe laugh that came out of her wasn't really a laugh. It was something thinner than that, something with edges, and it filled the car in a way that made my hands tighten on the wheel."Wow." She said it to the windshield, not to me, shaking her head slowly. "Wow, okay. So I've been deceiving myself this whole time. That's– " Another humorless huff of breath. "That's actually funny, when you think about it. Five years rebuilding a name, a face, a whole life, and the one person sitting three feet away from me every single day already knew it was a costume.""Gwen–""Don't." She said it without heat, which somehow landed harder than if she'd shouted. "Just don't."I glanced at her, then back at the road, guilt sitting heavy and useless in my chest. "I found out recently," I said carefully. "I swear to you, not from the start.""It doesn't matter.""It matters to me.""It doesn't matter, Alex." Her voice cracked on my name, just slightly, and she turned her face toward the window s

GwenThe next few days were more peaceful than I could bargain. The rumors cleared and my ownership was proven with a few visits to the court.I had no one else but Elias to thank for it. I would have thanked Alex as well, but ever since our last conversation, the last thing I wanted to do is see him.I do not know if it was denial or simply guilt. But then, guilt for what? Elias had packed only a few things from his room the last time he came here and he was finally taking everything out. His room had always been under lock and key and I had never found my way inside it except it was absolutely necessary. I decided to make everything easier for him and fill the boot before his arrival. I still had a spare key for the room.I let myself in, opening the door a little, the apartment was dim and half-emptied, most of his furniture already gone, boxes stacked against the walls in various states of taped-shut and forgotten-about. It smelled like him still, that clean cedar and citrus sc

GwenAlex stayed the entire night.He didn't ask if he could. He just moved through my house with the quiet ease of someone who'd apparently decided, somewhere in that conversation, that leaving wasn't an option he was willing to consider, checking the lock on the back door twice, making tea neither of us drank, sitting close enough on the couch that I could feel the warmth of him without either of us saying anything about it."I'm going to look into him properly," he said, sometime past midnight, his voice low so it wouldn't carry up to Emris's room. "Elias. Whatever name he's actually using. I have contacts who can pull financial records, employment history, anything that might connect him back to whoever's paying him. I won't stop until I have a name that isn't just a letter.""Thank you," I said, and meant it, though something small and exhausted in me couldn't quite let go of a harder question.Could I even trust that promise?I hated myself a little for thinking about it. Alex