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He never wore that ring again. His excuse was flawless: he couldn’t wear it during surgery.
He and Chloe became inseparable at the hospital, acting for all the world like a devoted couple. They were
in the conference rooms together, the cafeteria, the hallways. They were the hospital’s golden couple. And I
became the “crazy ex.” Rumors started to spread that I was a bitter mistress who couldn’t accept defeat.
I was about to set the record straight when Chloe cornered me.
She strolled up to me, hands stuffed in her pockets, a smug, challenging look in her eyes. “Dr. Lin,” she beg- an, using my formal title, “Ethan is my husband. I hope you’ll stop bothering him from now on.”
She smirked. “He told me everything. He only got with you because you hounded him relentlessly. No wond-
er a relationship built on begging is so fragile.” Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “Do yourself a
favor. Resign.”
My nails dug into my palms, but my face remained a mask of calm. “Chloe, I have no intention of resigning. And you are not my superior. You don’t have the authority to fire me.”
She laughed, a sharp, unpleasant sound. She pulled her hands from her pockets and crossed them over her
chest. “Oh, really? Let’s make a bet, then. A bet on how you’ll be leaving this hospital.”
I ignored her and simply showed her the door.
That evening, I told Ethan everything.
To my shock, he didn’t believe me. Instead, he turned on me. “I already told you I’m going to divorce her! Why
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