My Doctor Ex-Husband Kneeled and Begged Me Back

To snatch a limited-edition piece of jewelry for his mistress, my blind brother was shoved down a flight of stairs.

Ethan Sterling, one of the best surgeons in the country, refused to enter the operating room — all because of a tiny cut on his precious sweetheart's finger.

He forged a forensic report and bought Daniel's life for a mere fifty thousand dollars.

Even my own daughter turned against me: "You're a liar! Aunt Vivian is the best person in the whole world!"

Later, in front of everyone, I stepped off the third-floor terrace and plunged into the void.

Ethan Sterling lost his mind. He knelt by the river for three days and three nights, clawing his fingers raw against the stone.

A year later, desperate to save his daughter from going blind, he knelt in a downpour begging that mysterious, world-renowned surgeon.

I stood there holding my umbrella, utterly unmoved. "I'm afraid you have the wrong person, Mr. Sterling. Miss Holloway died a year ago."

"I'm Mrs. Ashford. I'm here to acquire Sterling Medical."

"Mommy is a liar! I hate Mommy!"

Lily wrenched herself out of my arms and threw herself into Vivian Thorne's embrace. Her small finger jabbed toward me, her voice so shrill it sliced through the silence of the entire conference room.

I stood at the long table of the hospital's internal review hearing, still clutching the witness statement in my hand. The corners of the paper were damp with sweat, the ink beginning to bleed.

Three hours ago, my brother Daniel Holloway had been pushed down the stairs on the second floor of Grandview Mall. More than ten steps — he was blind, with nothing to grab onto. The back of his head struck the marble floor directly.

The CT results: severe traumatic brain injury, massive intracranial hemorrhage.

And the person who pushed him was Vivian Thorne.

I had obtained statements from two mall janitors, and the surveillance screenshots clearly showed Vivian shoving him with both hands. She had gotten into an argument with Daniel over a limited-edition necklace — he was ahead of her in line — and then shoved him down the stairs.

Daniel had taken Lily to the mall to buy a cake. It was my birthday.

"Witness statements, surveillance screenshots — it's all here."

I pushed the file across the table to the hospital's internal review panel.

Seven people sat across from me. Ethan Sterling was in the center, four attorneys standing behind him, each holding a stack of documents.

Ethan didn't even glance at what I'd pushed over. He opened the brown envelope in front of him, pulled out a report stamped with the hospital's official seal, and handed it directly to the board chairman.

"The second-floor mall surveillance has a blind spot. The screenshots cannot serve as valid evidence. The witness statements contain contradictions and have no legal standing."

His voice was flat, as if he were reading an ordinary shift report.

"Our hospital forensics department has concluded that