A Surgeon Who Could No Longer Operate

Five years later, in a chaotic emergency room, I crossed paths with my ex-husband, Tristan Sinclair.

His new wife was on the brink of death from a stray bullet, yet he stood there, demanding to know why I refused to perform the surgery myself.

"Are you still holding a grudge against me?"

Facing his interrogation, I looked down at my trembling hands.

His words echoed the exact tone he had used five years ago when he handed me the divorce papers.

"Nora, I don't love you anymore. I don't even have a shred of pity left for you."