Chapter 6 - The Doctor’s Betrayal
Dr. Aris’s office was located in a high-end medical plaza in Cherry Creek.
It was decorated with soft colors and expensive art,
designed to make women feel safe and cared for.
It was a facade of the worst kind.
I didn't make an appointment.
I walked past the receptionist,
who tried to protest,
and shoved open the door to his private office.
Aris was sitting behind his desk,
reviewing a chart.
He looked up,
his expression shifting from surprise to guarded caution.
"Sabrina,"
he said,
trying to sound professional.
"You should have called."
"We need to talk about your latest labs."
"I’ve seen the labs, Aris,"
I said,
slamming the folder onto his desk.
"The real ones."
The color drained from his face.
He looked at the folder,
then back at me.
"I don't know what you're talking about,"
he stammered.
"I know about the 'supplements' you and Kenneth designed,"
I said,
leaning over his desk.
"I had them tested."
"They are hormonal suppressants."
"And I have the emails between you and Kenneth."
I was bluffing about the emails,
but his reaction told me everything I needed to know.
He slumped back in his chair,
his hands trembling.
"He told me it was what you wanted,"
Aris whispered.
"He said you were terrified of the career sacrifice of motherhood."
"He said you asked him to help you stay childless without your family knowing."
"And you believed him?"
I asked,
my voice dripping with contempt.
"Or did you just believe the five-million-dollar 'donation' he made to your research foundation?"
Aris looked away,
unable to meet my eyes.
"I needed the funding,"
he muttered.
"The clinic was in debt."
"You traded my life for a research grant,"
I said.
"You used your medical license to commit a crime against my body."
"Sabrina, I can make it right,"
he pleaded.
"I can start you on a real protocol."
"You're still young, you can still—"
"You’re going to lose your license, Aris,"
I interrupted.
"And you're going to testify against Kenneth."
"If you do,"
"I might not tell the medical board about the rest of your 'donations'."
"If you don't,"
"I will ensure you never step foot in a hospital again."
"Except as a patient."
Aris looked at me,
realizing he was trapped.
"What do you want?"
he asked.
"I want a full, written confession,"
I said.
"I want the dates, the dosages, and the proof of the payments from Kenneth."
"I want it by tomorrow morning."
I turned to leave,
but stopped at the door.
"By the way,"
"Kenneth is in the hospital right now."
"He had a bit of an accident with some industrial glue."
"Maybe you should go visit him."
"You two have so much in common."
"You're both pathetic."
I walked out of the office,
the air outside feeling cleaner than it had in years.
I was dismantling his network,
one traitor at a time.
The corporate theft was about money.
The affair was about ego.
But the medical betrayal?
That was personal.
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And for that,
I would make sure they both suffered for the rest of their lives.
