Chapter Two "Serena Stone, what the hell do you mean?" he demanded, pressing hard. Itamped down the chill in my chest, ready to bring up the divorce. "Don't you frame Ivy. Her Instagram has nothing to do with your sister's death! If you storm our hospital and stir up trouble, get Ivy kicked out of her program, and mess with my job-we're done. Divorce!" He hung up. I stared at my phone, stunned. Even though I'd gone completely cold on him-done for good-my chest still gave a painful twist. I'd assumed he'd called because he'd seen the divorce papers. Turns out he hadn't even opened them. He'd only called to defend his side piece. Serena: [Before you bark at me, double-check whose sister was on that table today.] A red exclamation popped up-Not Delivered. Did he just block me? I let out a breathy laugh. Fine. If he didn't care about his own sister, why should I? Earlier today I'd been hosting an important client at the office when the message came in: Mia Lane had been in a wreck. I dropped everything and raced to the hospital. Not a single member of the Lane family was there. I called Ethan. He snapped that he was off today and told me to find another doctor. Only after I pressed hard did he begrudgingly show up with his intern, Ivy Summers, in tow. Mia had a brain bleed. Intracranial pressure spiking. She needed an emergency decompressive craniectomy. Ethan promised he would take the lead himself. I figured it was a standard procedure; nothing should go wrong. Instead, what I got was: failure. To this moment, Ethan still hadn't realized the person in that OR was his own sister. Which only proved he hadn't been the one at the table. What nagged at me was this: Mia's body had been at the hospital all day. They should have notified her family. Why was Ethan still acting clueless? The lock chirped. Ethan pushed the door open and walked in. Beside him was Ivy, dressed young and glossy. "Hee-hee, Doc, you went ahead and handled your wife's sister's body on your own," Ivy said. "What if Mrs. Lane finds out and flips?" Chapter Two 1.83% "What's she gonna do?" he sneered, sliding an arm around her slim waist. "That woman chased me like a dog for three years. If her family didn't have money-money I could use-do you think I would've married her?" He lowered his voice, mocking. "I took a big risk for you today. How are you going to thank me?" And there it was. No wonder the Lanes hadn't been contacted. He'd been worried I'd order an autopsy and sue. So he abused his pull at the hospital and disposed of the body on his own-his own sister's body. He was a doctor. He had to know this wasn't just illegal. It was criminal. "Hee-hee, I'm all yours tonight," Ivy whispered, nuzzling in. "Do whatever you want." Ethan's mouth tipped up. He scooped her up in a bridal carry and headed for the bedroom-only to spot me leaning against the doorway, phone raised, watching them with a cool half-smile. "Serena-what are you doing here?" he blurted, face draining.