The unauthorized access logs on the medical network were unmistakable, yet Ethan refused to look at my diagnostic screen. Instead, he gently held the asthmatic orphan, Mia. My monitors proved her vitals were perfectly stable while she secretly transmitted data, but my fiancé coldly accused me of bullying a helpless girl. When the Volkov ambush struck, Ethan made his irreversible choice. Trusting a fake escape route Mia provided, he ordered his men to prioritize her safety, abandoning me in the underground clinic. His arrogance cost me everything. The enemy squad used hammers to smash my fingers inch by inch, permanently destroying my surgical hands to sever his empire's lifeline. As the intruders prepared to sever my wrists, my bleeding foot hovered over the high-pressure oxygen blast valve. Would Ethan survive to realize the fatal truth?