The Surgeon's Cold, Calculated Resolve

My husband, Clark, gave me a choice: save the mother of the woman who killed my own, or he would destroy my sister's life.

He held a fabricated video over my sister Anissa's head, a cruel lie that would ruin her future. I performed the surgery, saving the life of my enemy's mother, but the blackmail drove Anissa to take her own life.

When I confronted him, he didn't just break my heart. He had his Dobermans maul my hands, the ten-million-dollar hands that had saved countless lives, shattering the bones and ending my career forever.

He then threw me out, leaving me for dead on a deserted road after I was brutally attacked.

I had lost my mother, my sister, and my life's work, all at the hands of the man who swore to love and protect me, the man I once saved on the operating table.

But as I lay in a hospital bed for the last time, a cold, calculated resolve settled deep in my bones. I made a single phone call to a man from my past.

"Apollo," I whispered, my voice raw but steady. "I'm ready. I want him destroyed. Every last piece of him."