Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

"That was excellent, Dr. Dawson! You did that surgery in record time." Melanie says to me as I pull off my mask.

I stare at her like I've seen a ghost.

"Am I hearing a compliment from you?" I ask. Genuinely shocked.

This is someone who has made it her mission to belittle all my efforts. While others praised me, she and her minions would mock me and call me a charity

case.

"Is it shocking?"

"Extremely and I bet it has to do with my husband's reputation?" I flash her a sweet smile that has mockery written all over it.

I can see her eye twitch and that she's suppressing her anger.

She forces a tight smile. "Well, I give credit where it's due. Even charity cases get lucky sometimes."

There it is.

The venom wrapped in silk. Typical Melanie.

I tilt my head, still smiling. “Luck had nothing to do with it. But I guess that's what people say when they can't match the talent."

Melanie's jaw tightens, her hands clenched around the clipboard like she wants to throw it.

Before she can fire back, Dr. Patel walks by and claps me on the shoulder.

"Impressive as always, Dr. Dawson. That patient's vitals stabilized faster than we expected."

"Thank you, sir." I respond, keeping my eyes on Melanie.

Her forced smile drops the second he walks away.

"You think you're untouchable now because you married into money and power?"

I step closer, dropping my voice low so only she can hear.

"No. I think I've always been a threat. You just didn't notice until my last name changed."

see about that. It's

oh my, what has become of them is a shock till this day." I eye

shut as

their scrubs

Athena. Melanie made us do those

eyes at the two of them, taking in their apologetic expressions. Regret sits heavy on their faces, but I've seen enough fake tears to

I ever hear that you're bullying another intern, mocking another woman for where she comes from, or tearing down someone who's worked their ass off to get here... your careers will end before

necks don't snap. "We understand," one

simply, then turn

into

[Meeting in ten. Need you sharp.

ME: [I'll be there]

close my eyes for a second and inhale

to

But I decided to continue their legacy. I

chance to live like I did with

in the hospital's main conference room, with lights dimmed, a small but elite group

me with that unreadable expression he always wears

podium, my hands surprisingly steady,

not just launching a new

About compassion and survival. Every eye in the room is on me, and for once, I don't feel

the target market? Surely the production cost is extremely high." That's the thing about

a drug meant for the heart. So the target market is very obvious. People with heart failure." I answer him with as much sarcasm as my sweet tone

last them ten generations, yet all they think

enthusiasm and desire to launch this. Can you tell us what the price will

"It will be free."

mouth hangs open as the rest gasp and

do realize that this research center is being funded by our

Her skin is smooth and luminous, and her hair twisted into an elegant bun. She wears a long ivory coat over a fitted dress, and the moment she

seen that face

It looks familiar.

shifts beside the wall like he's been jolted from a trance, his arms

a fraction of a second, which is odd because it takes a lot to

smiles and shakes his head. Then she glides to my side like she

She probably does.

won't need to concern herself with your wallets anymore," she says with a smooth, confident tone that quiets every whisper. "The research center has received new funding. Effective immediately, it

under her vision.

whatever she pleases. Managed