My Surgeon Husband Demanded a Divorce for His Pregnant Fellow at the Hospital Gala — Until I Discovered My Family Secretly Owns 85% of His Medical Empire
The silence in the hallway was thick, suffocating. Mark stood paralyzed, trapped between Moretti and his hulking associate. His desperate pleas for help from the board members were met with stony silence, their faces etched with fear and a dawning understanding of the forces at play.
Then, a movement from the boardroom door. Chloe Bennett, her face ashen, stepped forward, her hands pressed protectively against her stomach. Her eyes were wide with a mix of terror and a new, steely resolve.
“Mr. Moretti,” she said, her voice trembling but clear. Every head in the hallway turned to her.
Moretti’s eyes, which had been fixed on Mark, now shifted to Chloe. He tilted his head slightly, an almost imperceptible gesture of acknowledgment.
“I have something you might find useful,” Chloe continued, her gaze unwavering as she stared at Moretti. She reached into the pocket of her scrubs and pulled out a small, encrypted flash drive. It was sleek, black, and utterly innocuous-looking.
Mark, who had been staring at Moretti in wide-eyed horror, spun his head to look at Chloe, his eyes bulging. “Chloe! What are you doing?!” he shrieked, a raw note of betrayal in his voice.
Chloe ignored him. She walked deliberately toward Moretti, her footsteps echoing in the silence. She held out the flash drive.
“He forged my signature,” she stated, her voice stronger now, laced with a cold fury. “On the co-signatory documents for the syndicate notes. I found them on his private drive an hour ago. He put my name on them, without my knowledge or consent.”
Moretti took the flash drive from her, his fingers brushing hers. He held it up, examining it for a moment, then gave her a brief, almost imperceptible nod. It was a silent affirmation of her value, a quiet dismissal.
“Thank you, Dr. Bennett,” Moretti said, his voice as flat and unfeeling as before. “This is… appreciated.”
Chloe, her mission accomplished, stepped away from Mark. She didn’t look at him, didn’t acknowledge his existence. Her gaze was fixed on the floor, her face pale, but her shoulders were squared. She retreated into the crowd of board members, pressing herself against the glass wall, clutching her stomach. She had completely, irrevocably severed her ties to Mark.
Mark stared at Chloe, his mouth agape, his eyes widening in disbelief. His face, already pale, now turned a sickly shade of green. The double betrayal, first by his father, now by his pregnant mistress, was a blow from which he clearly couldn’t recover.
“You… you ungrateful little…!” he stammered, but his words died in his throat. He looked from Chloe to Moretti, then back again, his world crumbling around him.
Moretti’s gaze returned to Mark, utterly devoid of sympathy. “It seems, Dr. Harrington,” he said, his voice like ice, “that even your closest associates have come to understand the nature of your liabilities.”
He made a subtle gesture to his men. The hulking figure behind Mark took another step closer, his hand resting lightly, almost casually, on Mark’s arm. The other two men in suits moved to flank him.
Mark stood utterly defeated, his arrogance stripped away, replaced by pure, unadulterated fear. The woman he had publicly humiliated me for, the woman carrying his child, had just delivered the final, damning piece of evidence that sealed his fate with the underworld.
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