Part 2The Karma of Betrayal: My Ex-Husband's Fatal Mistake

Chloe's shrieks pulled me back to the present.

I took a quick look at her condition.

Severe vaginal tearing accompanied by a massive infection. Localized tissue was already showing signs of necrosis. The situation was much trickier than I had anticipated.

She was convulsing in pain, yet she was still cursing up a storm.

"Useless! You're all useless! You can't even handle a tiny little cut? Believe me, I'll have this hospital shut down by tomorrow!"

"Those filthy men are all trash! They get their kicks and run, leaving me here to suffer! Once I get out of here, I'll skin them alive!"

Expressionless, I snapped on my sterile surgical gloves. "Ms. Montgomery, based on the examination, you have severe lacerations and multiple pathogen infections. We need to perform surgical debridement immediately."

Hearing the word "surgery," she ignored the agonizing pain and continued screaming: "Surgery?! Who gave you permission to cut me open! I'm warning you, if you leave a single scar on my body, I'll make you pay!"

"I have to wear a haute couture wedding dress! I'm marrying into a billionaire family! Can you afford to ruin that?!"

She glared at me fiercely. "Are you doing this on purpose? Trying to ruin me? Let me tell you, my fiancé is the wealthiest man in the city! One word from him and you're all fired!"

I cut her off. "It's too early to worry about that. If we don't operate immediately and the infection spreads, forget about a wedding—your reproductive system will suffer permanent damage, and it might even cost you your life."

I was merely stating objective medical facts.

For a patient like this, sympathy was entirely useless.

A nurse beside me handed over the pre-op consent form. Chloe snatched it and tore it to shreds.

She roared hysterically, "I'm not signing anything! You quacks are trying to hurt me! I'm filing a complaint! I'll ruin your careers!"

Suddenly, as if recognizing something, her eyes turned venomous as she locked onto me. "Who the hell are you? You think you're qualified to operate on me? Get your Chief of Surgery here right now! Or I'll have my fiancé tear this garbage hospital to the ground!"

If her condition wasn't so critical, I would have washed my hands of her.

But it's my duty as a doctor. I couldn't just turn around and walk away.

I had no patience for her nonsense either. "Aside from me, there probably isn't another surgeon in this hospital capable of handling this procedure. Where is your family? We need a signature."

At the mention of family, Chloe clearly panicked. "Family? I don't need family. I make my own decisions."

"Hurry up and do the surgery! If you delay my plans, can you bear the consequences?!"

I reminded her again, "Hospital policy requires a family member's signature. Alternatively, where is your fiancé?"

I pressed the issue, my tone remaining flat, strictly business.

Chloe's face twisted. "You all better keep your mouths shut. If a single word of this leaks out, I'll make sure you die without a grave!"

I raised an eyebrow and didn't push further.

We see things like this in the hospital all the time.

I simply placed a new consent form in front of her. "Think clearly and decide quickly. Time waits for no one. Once your surgery is done, I still have to get back to my wedding..."

My words were interrupted by a man's voice booming from behind me.

"Wedding? Who are you marrying?"

"We've only been divorced for three months and you're already getting married?!"