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I found the playback and reviewed the past month’s footage.

Sure enough, I saw plenty of times when Nicholas took Shereen out for fun, and there were even mentions of booking hotel rooms. I even heard them being intimate in the car.

“Nick, isn’t this kind of bad?” Shereen’s voice was soft and sweet, sounding incredibly pleasant to the ear. Rumor had it that Nicholas had fallen for her voice back when they were together.

“What’s so bad about it? Don’t you want to be with me? We’ve been apart for so many years. Don’t you miss me?”

“Of course I do… Mmm, Nick, you’re so good with your tongue.”

“I can make you feel even better. Just wait.”

That was as far as I could listen. I bolted out of the car and vomited uncontrollably.

Who would have thought I had wasted seven years–seven whole years- loving a man like this?

At that moment, the flames of vengeance burned fiercer than ever in my heart.

Everything from my past life still felt fresh in my mind.

When I told Nicholas that Shereen had HIV, he had exploded with rage, yelled at me, and stormed out.

From that day forward, he never came home or contacted me again. The only place I saw him was on his social media–always

with Shereen. They posted daily pregnancy updates, looking happier than ever.

Meanwhile, my life fell apart.

Not long after, a patient I had successfully operated on for appendicitis suddenly passed away. The case caused a massive uproar

online. Everyone blamed meclaiming my negligence had killed the patient.

The patient’s family even came to the hospital, demanding justice.

I was forced to step down and accept an investigation.

The autopsy revealed a pair of surgical scissors inside the patient’s abdomen. Coincidentally, the operating room’s surveillance

system had malfunctioned.

Furthermore, everyone–my assisting doctor, anesthesiologist, and surgical assistants–all testified that I was the only one who

had touched those scissors.

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