After my divorce, I paid five million for the city's most sought-after woman. Money truly does buy perfection. She introduced me to undreamed-of pleasures. A photo of us entangled on my balcony went viral overnight. The following morning, my ex-wife Seraphina appeared. After having the woman dragged away, she turned on me, her voice sharp. "Did she touch you there?" I grinned recklessly. "Lips, chest, everywhere you used to love." Fury ignited in her eyes. She ordered her guards, "Break her legs and dump her with the beggars." I shrugged. "Do whatever you want." This began three years ago. My friend Harry, a renowned surgeon, called, furious I'd hidden a terminal illness and let our daughter donate her liver to save me. I was baffled, holding a clean health report. He sent a video of our daughter Zoey in a hospital bed, proudly declaring her wish to save me. My blood ran cold. I immediately canceled my wife and daughter's credit cards and filed for divorce, renouncing custody. Let her be the 'filial' daughter she so wanted to be. ... Following the address Harry sent, I raced to a private hospital on the outskirts of the city. Harry, having just rushed from the airport himself, met me at the entrance, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion. I cut him off before he could speak. “No time for questions. We’re going to catch a cheater.” As we approached the VIP floor, we were stopped by security. “Sorry, sirs. This entire floor has been reserved by Mrs. Sterling for her husband’s liver transplant. No unauthorized personnel allowed.” Harry’s brow furrowed as he looked me up and down. “Mrs. Sterling… isn’t that your wife? Ethan, are you seriously not sick? Don’t hide this from me, man. If you’re ill, I’m the one who can fix it.” I shot him an irritated look. “You’re the one who needs his head checked.” Then, I turned to the guard, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m a… friend of Seraphina Sterling. I’m here to see her husband, Ethan, and their daughter, Zoey.” The guard let out a derisive snort. “You don’t even know the husband’s name and you’re trying to claim you’re a friend? Listen, pal, Mrs. Sterling's husband is Caleb Goblin. Heir to the entire Linwood Enterprises fortune.” He waved a dismissive hand. “I’ve seen plenty of guys like you, trying to suck up by bringing gifts. Just leave whatever you brought and get lost. Don't cause trouble.” Harry’s frown deepened. “Linwood Enterprises? Isn’t that your family’s company? And who the hell is Caleb Goblin?” Rage coiled in my gut. The pieces were clicking into place, forming a picture more hideous than I could have imagined. Caleb Goblin. Seraphina’s closest confidant, her “best friend.” And, apparently, the man my daughter Zoey now called "Dad." The realization hit Harry like a physical blow. His eyes widened in disbelief as he finally understood the gravity of the situation. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his credentials. “I’m the lead surgeon for this operation. I just flew in from an international conference.” The guards exchanged uncertain glances. The name and face on the ID were unmistakable. They stepped aside, their arrogance replaced by a nervous deference. The hallway outside the VIP suite was bustling with people. It was impossible to miss them. Seraphina was clinging to Caleb’s arm, the two of them basking in the congratulations and well-wishes of the crowd. “Mr. Goblin, Mrs. Sterling, you two are the perfect couple! So much in love, it makes us all envious!” “What’s truly admirable is the wonderful, devoted daughter you’ve raised!” “She’s so young, yet willing to risk her own life to save her father! She’s truly Daddy’s little girl!” Caleb beamed, his chest puffed out with pride. “What can I say? I’m a total sucker for my daughter. I had to beg Seraphina to try out eighteen different positions before we finally conceived her!” I flinched. Seraphina had always been conservative, almost frigid, in our marriage. Any talk of intimacy was met with a cold stare and accusations of being shameless. But now? She wasn’t angry at all. A blush crept up her cheeks as she playfully slapped his arm. “How can you say something like that in public?” Caleb wrapped his arm around her slim waist, his hand roaming freely. “Am I wrong? I worked my ass off to give you our precious Zoey. I’d say I’m the real hero here!” The crowd erupted in laughter. Someone even jokingly asked him to share his "advanced techniques." Caleb just laughed, pulling Seraphina closer as if to demonstrate. In that instant, something inside me snapped. “You bastard!” I lunged forward, my fist connecting with Caleb’s jaw in a solid, satisfying crunch. It happened so fast no one had time to react. Seraphina cried out, rushing to steady Caleb as he stumbled back. Her eyes, when they found me, were filled with venom. “Who the hell has the nerve to lay a hand on my husband?” Zoey, who had been resting in the adjacent room, came running out. “Dad, are you okay?” The moment she saw me, both her and Seraphina’s faces froze. Zoey instinctively shrank back. A cold, bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Seraphina, you’ve really outdone yourself. How dare you let my daughter donate her liver to your lover?” The words hung in the air, sucking all the sound from the hallway. A dead silence fell. Dozens of pairs of eyes darted between me and Zoey, flickering with shock and morbid curiosity. “Did he just say… the girl is his daughter?” “Then what about Mr. Goblin? Is Mrs. Sterling cheating on him?” The whispers grew, and Seraphina’s face flushed a deep, angry red. “What kind of nonsense are you spouting? Zoey is Caleb’s daughter! Who gave you the right to slander us?” she shrieked, tightening her grip on Caleb’s arm. “Ethan, I’m begging you, stop harassing me! I’ve told you a hundred times, I have a husband and a child now…” Caleb, recovering, shot me a smug look and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Don’t worry, darling. I won’t let his pathetic attempts to stir up trouble get to me. After all, you spend every night finding new ways to please me in bed, except for a few days a month. When would you even have the energy to cheat?” His words were a masterstroke. In a few sentences, he’d painted me as the obsessive, delusional homewrecker. The crowd’s gaze shifted, now burning with contempt and disgust. I was so furious I could only laugh. “Seraphina, look me in the eye and say it again. Who is the one wrecking a home here? Who is Zoey’s real father?” Harry, his face a mask of thunder, stepped forward. “This is absolute madness! Without the consent of her biological father, Ethan, none of you have the right to authorize Zoey to donate an organ to anyone!” Caleb scoffed. “And who the hell are you? Nobody asked for your opinion.” Seraphina took a deep, steadying breath, her decision made. “Let me make this perfectly clear, one last time. My husband is Caleb Goblin. Zoey is our daughter,” she declared, her voice ringing with finality. “And you, Ethan… don’t think I don’t see your sick little game. You’re trying to sabotage my husband’s surgery so you can swoop in when he’s gone, aren’t you? Pathetic. Guards, get them out of here!” The onlookers gasped, a wave of understanding—the wrong understanding—rippling through them. “That homewrecker is disgusting! He knows Mr. Goblin is about to have surgery. This is practically attempted murder!” “What are you all waiting for? Someone call the police!” “Thank God we didn't fall for his lies. Can you imagine the fury of Linwood Enterprises if we’d delayed the surgery?” Caleb shook his head with a theatrical sigh, his eyes locking onto mine with pure provocation. “I guess it’s my own fault for having such an irresistible wife,” he said. “But I’m afraid you’re out of luck, Ethan. Seraphina’s heart belongs only to me. To be honest, I didn’t want Zoey to go through this either. But she loves her daddy so much, she begged and cried until I agreed to let her donate.” My entire body trembled with a rage so profound it felt like it would tear me apart. “Are you even human? She’s only fourteen!” Though two of Seraphina’s bodyguards had grabbed my arms, I broke free with a surge of adrenaline and drove my foot into Caleb’s stomach. His face went white, and he crumpled to the floor, clutching his middle. “Seraphina… I… it hurts so much! Am I… am I going to die before I can even have the surgery?” Seraphina scrambled to his side, her voice a raw scream of fury directed at me. “Hold him down!” The guards, given their order, no longer held back. They seized my arms and slammed me face-first onto the ground. My cheek slammed against the cold, sterile floor with a sickening crack. The taste of blood filled my mouth. “Seraphina, are you insane? You’re doing this to me, for him?” Ignoring me, she handed Caleb over to the nurses and stalked toward me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She snatched a rubber baton from one of the guards and brought it down on my head with all her strength. A searing, white-hot pain exploded across my skull. Blood trickled down, blurring my vision. Then, she planted her high heel on the back of my head, grinding it into the floor. “If anything happens to Caleb’s surgery,” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous, “I will have your life.”
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