I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 65

She recognized this forum.

The FLIGHT Forum.

A decade ago, it had been the most exclusive, wildly popular digital hub for Capital City's elite university circle, connecting students across dozens of top-tier campuses.

At its peak, tens of thousands logged on daily.

With the explosion of modern social media, it had faded into obscurity, yet the servers remained active—a nostalgic ghost town for its veteran users.

She only knew about it because of Finn.

During her sophomore year, back when she was desperately chasing him, someone had tipped her off that Finn had built the site from scratch during his high school days.

He had contracted the coders, secured the server sponsorships, and single-handedly transformed it into a digital empire.

During its golden era, his username, Pilot, wielded absolute, god-like authority over the boards.

And now, this invasive, highly detailed dox had been posted directly by that very account.

Sienna stared at the screen, her blood running ice-cold.

Finn. It was him again.

He was the one who had thrown her private life to the wolves.

It made agonizing sense. The only people who knew she was working at Highland Gardens were Landon, Julian's crew, and Finn.

She just never imagined Finn harbored this level of pure, vicious hatred for her.

Was this all because she had "stabbed" him during the performance? Was his ego so fragile that he felt the need to destroy her career in retaliation?

Sienna handed the phone back.

"Thank you for showing me this."

"No problem at all." Joel slipped the phone into his pocket. "I'll go get that scan done now, Dr. Sterling."

Sienna brutally shoved her heartbreak and fury into a dark corner of her mind.

She pulled out her own phone, navigated to the FLIGHT site, located the damning thread, and meticulously took screenshots of everything—the post, the username, the IP data—saving it all to her secure drive.

Once she was done, she smoothed her expression into a mask of perfect professionalism and resumed her duties, acting as though her world hadn't just imploded.

By the time Director Dayton appeared, it was well into the afternoon shift.

He hovered awkwardly in the doorway, his face pale and strained.

"Dr. Sterling. Step out into the hall, please."

Sienna set her pen down and complied. A small crowd had gathered in the corridor—representatives from Hospital Administration, Medical Ethics, and a middle-aged man she didn't recognize at all.

Isaac was there too, standing rigidly at the back of the group, his handsome features drawn into a heavy scowl.

"Director, it's gone. The video, the links—everything's been scrubbed. There's nothing online."

Director Dayton flushed a deep, ugly red. "Gone?"

A female executive from Medical Ethics stepped forward.

"Dr. Sterling, we received a formal complaint from a patient today. It reflects incredibly poorly on the department."

Sienna leveled her fierce gaze on the woman.

"Which patient? What were the exact grounds of the complaint? Is there formal written documentation? If there is no official paperwork, then no complaint exists. You cannot arbitrarily suspend me based on a vague accusation."

The executive was rendered completely speechless by Sienna's razor-sharp defense.

Sienna pivoted back to her direct supervisor.

"Director Dayton, unless you can present formal, written grounds for suspension, I am not stepping down. I have a job to do, and my patients need me. If that's all, I'll be returning to my clinic."

She spun around, marched back into Exam Room Three, and shut the door firmly behind her.

The group in the hallway exchanged bewildered, humiliated looks.

Director Dayton stood there, his face cycling from pale to a mottled crimson, before he finally stormed off in defeat.

Isaac remained on the far side of the corridor, having witnessed the spectacular showdown in silence.