MasukAfter emotional abuse and a marriage filled with lies, Vanessa takes a decision to divorce her husband, Travis to further study and specialize in Urology; helping men's health. For five years now, he groaned in her ears giving her countless reasons why she should pause her career and focus on working in his company and being a wife. Three years in, he demands surrogacy running with the narrative that Vanessa was the infertile one when he clearly was. But when the truth finally hits, so many options , regret and decisions are left on the table. Fix a broken marriage. Divorce his ass and further study Urology. Accept his apology and give him a second chance. Like opportunity cost, choices must be made, and what happens when they learn to grow and change while making the most difficult self choices. To know more, Find out in this interesting, romantic story.
Lihat lebih banyakVanessa was in the hospital cafeteria reading over surgical protocol notes when the email came on a Tuesday morning.Subject: Housing Notice - Immediate Action RequiredDear Resident,The Medical Residence Hall will be closed as of Friday, March 7th, for a minimum of 6-8 weeks due to emergency repairs to the building (damage caused by a recent water pipe break) Residents must vacate by 5 p.m. on Friday. The university housing office has a handful of other options for housing. Please email housing@jhmi.edu immediately to discuss options.Vanessa read it twice, then she looked at the date once more. Tuesday. Three days.She turned on her laptop and looked up rental ads. Studio flats by campus were going for eighteen hundred a month. Sublets needed 1st month, last month & security deposit. Her severance from Elizabeth would pay for it, but barely. And most places wanted a six-month lease minimum.She shut the laptop and brought her fingers to her temples."Problem?"She looked up. Edward
The first week of lectures was like drinking from a fire hose. Vanessa was always in the front row of every class, her pen moving across the page of her notebook in tight, neat lines. Urological pathology. Surgical anatomy. Pharmacological interventions. The professors talked fast, assumed literacy, demanded expertise.She worked late in the lab, her eyes stinging as she studied slides under the microscope. Prostate tissue. Bladder biopsies. Renal cell carcinoma. She cross-referenced every slide with her textbooks, scribbled notes in the margins in three different colors, and highlighted sections until the pages resembled abstract paintings.The rest of the experts, most of them younger, just out of residency, were ganging up. They invited her once. She declined politely. They didn't ask again.By Friday her shoulders ached. Not from sitting, from tensing so tightly That I forgot to Breathe. She had a sore jaw from clenching. Her hands tied themselves in knots while she held her pen
"Passport please.”Vanessa slid her passport across the counter and didn’t look up.The immigration official barely glanced at her before turning the pages leisurely, too leisurely. Then he shifted his eyes between the photograph and her face. There were activities everywhere around her, rolling suitcases, clipped announcements, the low hum of people who had just arrived to meet someone.“Whats your purpose of visit?” he said.“To study.”“For how long?”“As long as it takes.”That earned her a final look. Not suspicion, just mild curiosity. He stamped the passport, in what seem to be in slow motion, slid it back to her, and made a hand gesture for her to go.The airport had this smell that is unique to hospitals…like disinfectant and burnt coffee, a strange blend that clung to her clothes as she followed the flow of bodies toward baggage claim. Screens blinked overhead in unrecognized codes and terminals. Voices rose and fell in accents she couldn't recognize…yet. Somewhere behind h
“You haven't been picking my calls? Travis said in a hoarse voice, his chest thrusted out, eyes gleaming from Vanessa to Franklin. They folded their arms allowing their silence stretch the room. Travis declined back, his eyes catching the strain that laid on Vanessa's veins. For every long glare, her grip on the paper tightened even more, her knuckles digging through it like she was about to tear it to pieces. “Can someone answer me? What the hell is going on here?” His eyes flushed. Vanessa pinched the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes tightly. “I hate suspense.” He sneered, swirling back slowly. “Attorney Franklin. Has she brought you here as a witness while she signs the surrogacy agreement?” He turned to a seat, his back pressed to the couch.No response came from them.Vanessa stepped forward, pinching her lips tight to keep them from trembling. Lifting her chin, she swallowed hard, stifling back the weakness that burned in her throat. “Travis.” She exhaled deeply. “Fo






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