The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor

Vivian was eight weeks pregnant, holding the warm ultrasound picture, ready to share the fragile secret with her billionaire husband, Sterling.

But before she could speak, he tossed a thick document onto the marble table: DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE.

"Kara's back," he stated coldly, referring to his childhood sweetheart. "I'm giving her the place she deserves."

He demanded she vacate the penthouse immediately, leaving with absolutely nothing.

She didn't cry or beg. She signed the papers, touched her flat stomach where his secret child grew, and walked out in her old trench coat.

She blocked his number, vanished from New York, and spent the next four years building a new life in Geneva as a top-tier surgeon, raising their twin boys entirely alone.

She thought she had finally escaped her past, until Sterling's bodyguards suddenly broke down her apartment door in the middle of the night.

He had used his immense wealth and power to force the "genius Dr. Vivian" to treat Kara's ruined uterus.

He was completely unaware that the masked, heavily accented doctor he was threatening was his discarded wife, or that his own flesh and blood were sleeping just down the hall.

Watching him desperately lavish a manipulative liar with the tenderness he had always denied her, the last thread of Vivian's lingering pain simply vanished.

She sent a single, encrypted text to a trusted friend.

"The boys are safe. I'm ready to start Phase Two."

She was done hiding. It was time to show him how a real war was fought.