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“Her? You know the person?” I ignored Bradley's question and walked out of the room.As soon as I stepped into the hallway, I met her eyes. Her deep blue, menacing eyes.“Miranda,” I gritted out. “What are you doing here?”She cackled, like a witch who had just succeeded in poisoning the princess.“What am I doing here? I'm a major stakeholder here, Diana. Unlike you, I actually deserve to be in this place.” Her words were like a slap.“That doesn't mean you can barge in at any time. This is a hospital.” I tried to make my voice as calm as possible, even though all I wanted to do was to scream and yank off her blonde, lustrous hair.Miranda stepped closer, bridging the space between us.Her heels clanked against the cold tiles of the hallway. It was commanding. Like she owned the place.She really believed she owned the place.“I know you slept your way to the top, because how else can a peasant like you be MD so early in her career?” She whispered in my ears. “You posted the pic

Everything I knew and had was banking on this surgery. My career, my joy, Bradley's position.I took a deep breath, scrubbed in and went into the operating room.“Vitals are dropping! The patient is going to go into an arrest!” The anesthesiologist yelled.Immediately, I got to work.The observation gallery was packed. Everyone, including Bradley, wanted to see what I could do. And I would show them. “Scalpel.” I demanded, my complete focus on the patient before me.The scrub nurse passed it to me and I cut the chest open.“The aorta is torn,” I murmured to myself, taking in the massive blood that had pooled in the chest area.“There’s too much blood,” Cole, a member of my team, said, stating the obvious. “It'll be impossible to suture–”“Suction.” I ordered.Cole's hands shook uncontrollably as he inserted the retractor into the patient's chest.“BP is sixty over forty and dropping!” The anesthesiologist barked.“More suction, Cole! Or I'll give it to someone who actually has guts

Bradley's action surprised me, but I knew it was from a good place.So I played along.“Yes, I'm his wife. You got any problem with that?” Leon's face hardened. “I never heard any news about a wedding.”“I–” “That's because we kept it private. Diana didn't want anything loud and extravagant, isn't that right, darling?” I craned my head a little to look at Bradley, struggling deeply to hide my shock.How did he learn to lie so easily? So smoothly?“Yes, darling.” I replied, smiling brightly.The word felt strange in my mouth, but I liked it. Leon eyed Bradley before returning his eyes to me. The anger on his face had now turned to a sneer.“And you think I'm gullible enough to believe that?” He said with a scoff. “Come on, Diana, you'll stoop this low just to get back at me?” I felt my stomach churn.“I don't know what you're talking about,” I said with so much confidence.I lied. A part of me went along with Bradley's lie just to spite Leon a little. To make him see I'm in a

Before I knew it, I found myself in a lounge.Sitting in front of a bar.As a surgeon, I disciplined myself not to drink.But I was craving a burn that would make me forget the hurt in my chest.“Non-alcoholic wine please.” “We don't serve those here.”I raised my gaze, a frown decorating my face.What kind of bar doesn't serve non alcoholics.“Then give me water. Or you don't have that too, and you'd rather me drink your piss?”“Woah, Diana.” A familiar voice came from behind me. “I didn't think you knew how to speak like that.”I turned, unable to pin point the owner of the voice.But it was eerily familiar.“Bradley?” My eyes widened, and before I could register about how he found me.Or why he quickly recognised me.I had left my seat and ran to give him a hug.“I was sure it was you.” Bradley gave me a bright smile, squeezing me all the same.“It's been a while.” I said, releasing him. A while?No, it had been six years.Six years since I insulted him and threw him out of my ho

Sirens filled my ears, but sadness had covered every one of my senses.I could barely recognise my voice.“Diana, it's mom. We have you.” I could recognise the faint sound of my mother's voice.Ahhh—It hurts.Everywhere burned.“Mom, they killed her.”“They took my child.” I sobbed. I wanted to go too.I wasn't strong enough for this pain as it ate through my every being.“Mom, please tell them to kill me too.”***********It had been three years. I walked through the hallway, my lab coat firmly placed on my body.“Doctor Amsterdam. The patient on bed five needs your attention.”“Doctor Amsterdam. The patient has paid fifteen million dollars for the surgery. You are the only one permitted to perform it.”“Doctor Amsterdam…”I donned my gloves.It was amazing how much difference three years could make in the life of a person.“Administer the local anaesthetic on the patient on bed five. It wouldn't be hard to perform an appendectomy.”My voice rang out, and the procedure began.Thirty

It was a shrill sound.The ringing in my head.I tried to imagine what was going on, but one thing was sure.My hands were tied, and I was not alone.“To think we got both of them.” It was an unfamiliar voice, and suddenly it drew closer.“I know you are awake, would cutting off your fingers make you open up your eyes?” I inhaled sharply, and my eyes took in everything in front of me.“You are making a big mistake.” I said through gritted teeth, “You don't know who I am!” But to my surprise, it turned out that they did.A man stepped in front of me, his lips covered with bushy beards.“We have arranged everything, you don't have to worry. None of your family would be disturbed.” I bit down on my lips.These people knew my family.“Do you want money? I'd get you as much as you need!” I said, desperation creeping into my chest.I couldn't lose my child, not now, not ever.Before I could say something else, another lady's cries flowed into my ears.“Miranda?” Her name left my mouth, t