Blurb：
Elena, a world-renowned heart transplant surgeon, faces her most critical operation yet: saving her ex-husband Marcus Blackwood from end-stage heart failure. In exchange for custody of their daughter and return of marital assets, she agrees to perform the high-risk surgery. But as she rushes back with the donor heart, her nemesis Serena Cross ambushes her. Serena, Marcus’s current lover and a former model, viciously attacks Elena, determined to prevent the transplant. With Marcus’s life hanging by a thread and time running out, Elena must protect the precious organ while confronting the woman who destroyed her marriage. Will Elena succeed in saving Marcus and reclaiming her daughter, or will Serena’s twisted obsession with Marcus Blackwood lead to tragedy? Dive into this intense tale of betrayal, revenge, and a surgeon’s unwavering resolve.
Key elements:
– Elena, the brilliant surgeon, battles Serena Cross in a life-or-death struggle.
– Marcus Blackwood’s critical heart condition hinges on the donor heart’s survival.
– A custody battle over Elena’s daughter adds emotional stakes.
– High-stakes medical drama meets personal vengeance.
Content：
My ex-husband was diagnosed with end-stage heart failure, and I was the only surgeon in the world who could perform his heart transplant.
He begged me to return to opera, promising to return custody of our daughter and the marital assets hed seized from me.
To get my daughter back, I agreed.
I boarded a private jet with the heart donor organ and rushed toward the hospital.
But on the way, a truck speeding the wrong way on the highway slammed into my car, sending us flying.
Serena Cross grounded her heel into my face with , snarling,
Elena, youve got some nerve! You shouldve stayed dead overseas instead of coming back to steal Marcus from me!
I desperately shielded the temperature-controlled case containing the donor heart, struggling as I warned her,
Serena, if you want Marcus Blackwood to live, youd better let me go now!
Serena let out a sinister and hideous laugh.
Save your threats! You slipped away last time, but today, Ill make sure youre finished!
Marcus Blackwood, a man with power and influence, had waited two years for this donor heart.
The moment I secured it, I flew back on the first private jet available.
His heart condition was critical. This was his only chance at survival, and I was the only surgeon in the world who could perform this high-risk procedure.
Serena shot a look, and two bodyguards hauled me up roughly.
Smack! Smack!
Two brutal slaps landed on my face, so hard my vision blurred and my ears rang.
You bitch, who said you could come back? Why didnt you just die abroad!
Serena leaned in, her voice dripping with scorn.
Look at you now, a haggard, washed-up housewife. What makes you think you can compete with me for a man?
Still dreaming youre the famous surgical prodigy who once stood by his side?
Marcus had warned me, if I ever ran into Serena, dont tell her about his heart condition or the transplant.
He didnt want her to worry.
Even after five years, he still coddled her like she was his everything.
But back in the day, Marcus had pursued me so fiercely it made headlines across the city.
At our wedding, in front of all our guests and thousands of live-stream viewers, he vowed,
Ill love only you for the rest of my life.
Yet in less than three years, he cheated.
That same passionate love was given to Serena, a former model known for her willful and aloof personality, who acted like his money meant nothing.
He told me,
Elena, Ive never met anyone as unique as Serena. I love her more than I ever loved you.
He even used ruthless tactics to force me out of the marriage with nothing.
I bit my lip, glaring at Serena.
I came back to save a life, not to fight over a scumbag like Marcus!
Save a life?
Serena glanced at the cooler in my arms, and her eyes turned icy.
Before I could react, she swung her arm. The case crashed onto the concrete with a loud clang, the casing splitting open.
Ice packs scattered everywhere, preservation fluid leaking out.
My heart leaped into my throat. If that heart wasnt back in a proper container within 30 minutes, itd be useless.
As Serena lifted her foot to stomp on it, I broke free from the bodyguards and threw myself over the cooler.
Stop!
Seeing my desperation, Serena curled her lips into a vicious smile.
She crouched down, malice gleaming in her eyes,
So you really are here to save someone. What a poor, unlucky soul.
What do you mean?
This heart is someones lifeline! If you have any conscience left, dont stand in my way!
Marcuss survival meant nothing to me. I just wanted my daughter.
With Serena around, I couldnt bear to imagine what kind of life my girl was living.
Serena raised an eyebrow indifferently.
You filthy slut, stop your smooth talk.. All I know is Marcus told me, if anyone upsets me, I can do whatever I want, and hell always have my back.
So Elena, today, youre saving no one!
What the hell do you want from me?
The madness in her eyes sent a chill crawling up my spine.
When I tried to run, Serena signaled her bodyguards to shove me into the back seat of her car.
She shot me a cold look,
What? Youll find out soon enough.
I struggled to call for help, but she snatched my phone.
Just then, it vibrated, and Marcuss name flashed on the screen.
The moment Serena saw it, her face twisted. She yanked my hair, dragging me closer.
Two more slashes across my face, harder than before.
My cheeks swelled instantly, blood trickling from my lip.
You slut! Still denying youre trying to seduce my husband?
Her chest heaved with rage. She hung up the call, opened the window, and hurled the phone out.
Marcus is mine! You, a discarded ex-wife, think you’re worthy of taking him from me?
Today, Ill teach you what happens to women who steal my man!
The car sped toward the outskirts, finally stopping at an abandoned factory.
The guards kicked open the old, rusty main gate.
Dragged deep inside, I was forced into a cold metal chair, wrists and ankles tied tightly with rough rope.
Dr. Vances hands are precious? Steady enough to save lives? Lets see how useful they are when theyre ruined.
She scooped hot oil with a ladle, waving it in front of my face.
I tried to pull back, but I was trapped, my voice trembling,
Serena, youre insane! Let me go!
As I spoke, the oil splashed onto my right hand.
A burning, fiery pain erupted instantly. Blisters formed before my eyes.
I convulsed in agony, screaming until my voice cracked.
But Serena knelt, puncturing the blisters with her nails, scraping the raw skin,
Hurts, doesnt it? This is just the beginning.
Your patient must be waiting, right? By the time you return with your ruined hands, hell be long gone. Ha!
My right hand was numb with pain, but a flicker of hope remained.
They didn’t know. Years ago, to prepare for emergencies, I had specifically trained myself to operate with my left hand.
It wasnt as proficient, but if I could protect my left hand, Marcus might still have a chance.
But that hope shattered quickly.
Serena seemed to read my mind, suddenly focusing on my clenched left hand.
A sinister smile played on her lips.
She nodded to a bodyguard, who pulled out bloodstained pliers from a toolbox.
He forced my left index finger into the jaws.
Serena pressed down on my shoulder, her voice like poisoned ice,
I know you can operate with your left hand too, so
She tilted her chin toward the bodyguard.
Crush the joints of her left hand, one by one.
Let’s see how you perform surgery, how you show off your achievements, without any hands!
I knew I couldnt provoke her further, so I begged her, humbled,
Serena, if you let me go now, Ill pretend this never happened. I wont press charges.
After this surgery, Ill leave the country forever. Ill never come back!
But my pleas earned no mercy.
The pliers tightened slowly, I heard the faint crunch of bone.
Despair swallowed me whole.
I could no longer keep Marcuss secret, screaming hoarsely.
Wait!
Serena, listen! The person I came back to save is Marcus Blackwood! The man you love!
If my hands are destroyed, hes finished!
But she just stared coldly.
Until a distinctcracksounded. The joint of my left index finger shattered completely.
Pain blackened my vision; sweat poured down as Serenas cruel laughter echoed.
Elena, lying even at deaths door!
I told youyoull save no one today. Not that poor soul, and not even your own hands!
The pain nearly made me pass out, but Serena threw ice water on my face and set up a live stream with her phone.
Dont faint on me, Elena. The shows just starting.
Serena grinned at the camera, voice dripping with glee.
Hey, everyone! Check this out! This woman is the bitch who dare to steal my man!
Tens of thousands of people, mostly her fans, flooded the livestream.
You go, queen! Teach that bitch a lesson!
She looks decent but what a skank, messing with our Miss Crosss husband!
Shes a doctor? With that attitude? Shes probably a fraud.
Serena grew more pleased with the comments.
See? Everyone thinks you deserve this.
So, how should I punish you to make you remember your place?
Suggestions turned vile.
Brand her face! Ruin her looks!
Nail her hands to a board! See how she holds a scalpel then!
Make her kneel and apologize, or break her legs!
Serenas eyes lit up:
You guys get me! Lets start with the face?
She pulled a red-hot branding iron from the oil heater, slowly advancing.
My heart raced, I shook my head frantically,
Serena, stop this madness! Im not here for Marcus!
Im here to save him! He has severe heart disease, only I can do the transplant! If we delay any longer, hell die!
My words didn’t stop her. Instead, they enraged her further.
She slammed the iron onto my mouth. A sizzling sound filled the air.
I screamed, tears and agony overwhelming me.
How dare you curse Marcus?
She threw the iron aside, grabbed my hair, forcing me to face the camera.
Marcus is perfectly healthy! Youd lie so low just to steal him? Youre pathetic!
The fans in the livestream echoed her,
Miss Cross and Marcus are so in love. This woman must be crazy with jealous.
Dont waste time! Nail her hands now, Miss Cross!
Fuming, Serena grabbed a nail and hammer, aiming at my bleeding right hand.
She positioned the nail over my ring fingers nail bed,
This is for cursing my husband!
The hammer came downthe nail pierced through, embedding in the wood.
Excruciating pain shot through me. I convulsed, a heart-wrenching scream tearing from my throat..
But Serena didnt stop. Another nail for my left middle finger:
This ones for pissing me off, again and again!
The hammer fell again. The sound of cracking bone mixed with my sobs, stark and horrifying in the empty factory.
The livestream comments escalated, filled with Serves her right! That bitch deserved!
As I stared at my nailed hands, bloody and broken, consciousness flickered between pain and coldI gave up all hope.
Serena didnt just want me to abandon Marcus; she wanted to destroy me completely.
To strip me of my identity as a doctor, forever!
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