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Bradley reached down, gripping my shoulder with fingers that felt like iron vises. "Stop acting like a hysterical patient, Allison," he hissed, his voice venomous enough to freeze boiling water. "You are pushing now, or I will have them sedate you and perform a vacuum extraction myself. Do not embarrass me in front of my staff." / Chapter 6 / 8

Chapter 6 - The Takeover

Three months later, the ink on the divorce decree was finally dry.

It was a bloodbath, legally speaking. I stripped Bradley of his home, his savings, his luxury sports car, his retirement funds, and every single cent of liquid assets he possessed. He was left living in a cheap, roach-infested motel room across town, working night shifts at a 24-hour car wash just to pay off his massive legal fees.

Hannah had taken a plea deal, trading testimony against Bradley's hidden offshore accounts for a reduced sentence of two years probation and a permanent ban from healthcare. She was working the cash register at a fast-food joint on the highway, her medical dreams dead and buried.

And me?

I sat behind the massive mahogany desk in the Chief of Medicine’s office—not just the ER anymore, but the entire hospital administration wing. Dr. Henderson had retired, and the board had unanimously voted me in as the youngest Chief Medical Officer in St. Jude’s history.

My office door opened softly, and Victoria stepped in, holding two crystal glasses and a bottle of expensive champagne.

"To total, absolute, unadulterated annihilation," Victoria toasted, clinking her glass against mine with a wicked grin.

"To justice," I corrected, taking a sip of the crisp, cold bubbly.

At that moment, the door pushed open wider. My private night nurse walked in, carrying a giggling, bright-eyed baby boy dressed in a tiny blue tuxedo onesie.

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