All Chapters of The Surgeon Forgotten Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

​"Dad, tell me this is a joke."​The conference room went dead silent. The directors seated around the long table exchanged uneasy glances before quickly looking away. At the head of the table, Kendall Shank calmly adjusted his tie and closed the folder in front of him.​"It isn't."​The two words landed like a hammer. Dizer Shank stared at him, frozen, wondering if she had misheard. Maybe she was just exhausted. Maybe this was one of her father’s twisted tests.​Desperate for answers, her gaze drifted to the large screen mounted on the wall. The announcement was still displayed in bold, unforgiving letters: SUCCESSOR OF SHANK GLOBAL LOGISTICS: CAMILLE SHANK.​Dizer blinked twice, but the name didn’t change. A strange, disbelieving laugh escaped her lips. "Camille?"​Nobody answered. Her eyes slowly swept across the room. Most of the directors completely avoided her gaze; some suddenly became deeply interested in their documents, while others just stared blankly at the table. None of

​"What are they hiding?"​The question haunted Dizer for the rest of the night. It consumed her thoughts long after the engagement dinner ended, after the wealthy guests left, and after she finally returned to the empty walls of her apartment. She couldn't shake the memory of the sheer terror on her parents' faces. It wasn't embarrassment or stress; it was real, visceral fear, and it was undeniably tied to Liam Oscar.​The following morning, Dizer got her answer. Unfortunately, it was far worse than she could have ever imagined.​"Dad, what happened?" Dizer demanded, marching into Kendall's executive office.​The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Javier was sitting on the leather sofa, her face entirely drained of color. Kendall stood rigidly by the massive window, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle twitched in his cheek. Neither of them looked up when she entered.​"Dizer," Kendall said, gesturing toward an empty armchair without looking at her. "Sit down."

​Dizer didn’t move an inch for a full minute, the phone still pressed tightly against her ear. The call had ended, but the words echoed in the silence of the hallway: Blackridge Logistics. Majority shareholder. Global empire.​Her thumb tightened around the device until her knuckles turned entirely white. A heavy, profound silence settled around her—not the kind of silence that felt empty, but the kind that felt incredibly heavy, like a massive storm preparing to break over her life. No one else could see it coming yet, but everything had just changed.​She slowly lowered her phone, and for the first time in ten long years, Dizer Shank didn't feel small anymore.​Meanwhile, inside the Shank conference room, the atmosphere had completely shifted the moment the door slammed shut. Camille was beaming with pride, Javier looked visibly relieved, and Kendall looked utterly satisfied with the new paperwork.​But Liam looked deeply unsettled. His eyes remained glued to the door Dizer had just

​"Put the phone down."​The command echoed through the apartment, forcing everyone to turn toward the entrance.​Liam Oscar stood in the doorway, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his sharp eyes locked onto Kendall Shank. For several tense seconds, the room fell completely silent.​Kendall recovered his composure first. "This is a family matter."​"So I heard," Liam said, slowly walking into the room.​His gaze shifted to Dizer. She was pressing herself against the wall, one hand protectively covering her stomach. Her eyes were red—not from crying, but from the sheer exhaustion of fighting back. A painful tightness gripped Liam's chest; he had never seen her look so entirely alone.​"What happened?" he asked quietly.​Before Dizer could answer, Camille’s voice cut through the air from outside. "Liam!"​Breathing heavily, Camille hurried through the open door, stopping short as she sensed the heavy atmosphere. Her eyes darted straight to Dizer's hand resting on her stomach. A fli

​Dizer had barely driven ten minutes away from Shank Global when her phone rang. It was Mia.​"Miss Shank!"​Dizer smiled faintly. "I thought I told you to stop crying."​"I'm not crying anymore," Mia replied, but her voice suddenly lowered. "But... I think someone is following you."​Dizer instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror and spotted a black SUV. It had been behind her since she left the company. At first, she had thought nothing of it, but now, it was still there.​"Miss Shank?" Mia asked anxiously.​"I'm looking," Dizer said. The SUV slowed when she slowed, and it accelerated when she accelerated. Dizer's grip tightened around the steering wheel. "They're following me."​"What should we do?"​Dizer remained calm. "Don't call my parents."​"I wasn't planning to."​"And don't call Liam."​Mia hesitated. "What if you're in danger?"​"I'll handle it," Dizer said, and she ended the call.​To test her pursuers, Dizer deliberately turned into a crowded commercial district. The