Surgeon's Revenge From Ex Wife To Country's Best Doctor

Katrina's POV

The nerve of being summoned to your own teardown and not even getting a heads up about the dress code.

Emma's text said 'come tonight, it's important," and I'd spent the whole drive there mentally rehearsing arguments about the gala seating chart because it felt like the most Emma thing to call me for. There was a pregnancy test in my bag in a pink box. I'd been twelve days late, had two weeks of nausea introducing itself every morning like an unwanted roommate. I'd thought after dinner, I'd take the test. Maybe tonight I'd finally give them what they wanted. Three years of his family treating my womb like a malfunctioning piece of machine, and I was finally about to hand them what they wanted. I'd even practiced looking humble about it.

I walked into the dinning room smiling like an idiot.

Nicholas sat at the far end of the table. Konrad to his left, Emma to his right. And Calista, sitting between my in-laws with her hands folded. We hadn't spoken in eight weeks. Not since she'd showed up at my doorstep with some story about needing money for rent and I'd written the check and she'd left without saying thank you.

"Callie." I said cautiously. "Didn't realize we were doing family dinners now."

"Hello to you sister," She gave a fake smile. "Nice to see you too."

"Katrina," Emma gestured to the empty chair. "Sit down."

"I'm fine standing." I looked at Nicholas, he was looking at the table. "What's going on?"

"There are some things we need to discuss,"

"About?"

"This family," Konrad began, like he'd practiced a thousand times. "Has extended you reasonable patience since the beginning of this marriage."

"Patience about what exactly?" I asked, even though I already knew.

"You were not out first choice for Nicholas." Emma said. "Still we asked for very little. A home, a family. A wife who was actually present. Instead you chose your ambitions, your career, yourself. All at the expense of everything that is important."

"I gave up a cardiology surgery fellowship." I said, voice rising slightly. "A program I spent four years earning. I rearranged my entire career because this family decided a wife with a real job was inconvenient. So I'd really love to hear what patience looks like from your end, Emma, because from mine it looks like a four-year audition where nobody told me I was already cut."

"We made allowances," Konrad said flatly. "We expected returns on those allowances."

"You mean a baby."

"We mean a family." She paused, and set what seemed like divorce papers on the table between us."Three years and nothing. There's been no baby. This family cannot continue...."

"I'm twenty-seven," I cut her off. "Are you actually..." I stopped, shaking my head. "Okay. Fine. But I still don't understand what any of this has to do with Callie. Why is she here right now?"

"I'm pregnant," She said.

I turned to face her. "Oh," I