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 just

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

shut

step forward, hands in their scrubs as they look at me with

really hope we don't make your enemy list, Athena. Melanie made

of them, taking in their apologetic expressions. Regret sits heavy on their faces, but

intern, mocking another woman for where she comes from, or tearing down someone who's worked their

wonder their necks

simply,

moment I step into the hallway, my phone

ten. Need you

ME: [I'll be there]

for

to launch

think this through. But I decided to continue

to live like I did

hospital's main conference room, with lights dimmed, a small but elite group gathered. Board members. Doctors

watching me with that unreadable expression he always wears when

hands surprisingly steady, and my

confident. "Today, we're not just launching a new program. We're changing

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

be the target market? Surely the production cost is extremely high." That's the thing about businessmen getting involved in medical boards. It's all about profit

for the heart. So the target market is very obvious. People with heart failure."

last them ten generations, yet

launch this. Can you tell us what

"It will be free."

mouth hangs open as the

research center is being funded by our money?" "Not exactly. "A

royalty. Her skin is smooth and luminous, and her hair twisted into an elegant bun. She

seen

It looks familiar.

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

go wide for a fraction of a second, which is odd because it takes

gaze and winks, and then he smiles and shakes his head. Then she glides to my side like she owns the

She probably does.

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

under her

whatever she pleases. Managed