Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE DOCTOR'S BEAUTIFUL WIFE.: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

**Truths Unraveled**Isabelle paced back and forth in the living room, her heart pounding. The weight of everything she'd been carrying felt unbearable. She had to speak to Andrew before it all unraveled further. Yet, each step toward the truth felt like walking on shards of glass.Andrew entered, setting his briefcase down on the console table. His tie was loosened, and his expression carried the weariness of a long day. But the moment he saw Isabelle, he paused.“You look troubled,” he said, stepping closer. “What’s wrong?”Isabelle hesitated, wringing her hands. “We need to talk.”Andrew’s brow furrowed. “That doesn’t sound good.” He gestured toward the sofa. “Come, sit down.”She sat, her hands trembling. Andrew joined her, his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity.“Andrew, there’s something I need to tell you,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s about Michael… and Clara.”Andrew stiffened, his jaw tightening. “What about them?”Isabelle took a deep breath

** A Glimpse of Healing**The warm hues of the late afternoon sun spilled through the living room windows of Andrew and Isabelle’s home, casting a golden glow over the carefully curated space. Isabelle sat on the couch, her hands resting gently on her lap, while Andrew stood by the fireplace, deep in thought. Their daughter, Lily, played quietly on the carpet nearby, her giggles occasionally breaking the quiet tension in the room.“Andrew,” Isabelle began softly, breaking the silence. She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “I think it’s time we talk about where we go from here.”Andrew turned to her, his expression unreadable. He nodded and took a seat beside her, his hand instinctively reaching for hers. “I agree,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. “But I need to know something first. Are we on the same page, Isabelle? About us, about everything?”Isabelle squeezed his hand, her gaze locking with his. “I’ve never doubted us, Andrew. Not truly. We’ve faced so mu

** The Unraveling Truth**The evening had settled over the town, casting long shadows across the streets as Isabelle and Andrew sat in their living room. The warmth of the fire flickered in the hearth, but the tension between them was palpable. Isabelle had been quiet all evening, her thoughts drifting back to the café meeting with Michael. The small step he’d taken in admitting his mistakes had stirred something in her—hope, perhaps. Or was it a dangerous illusion?Andrew, ever perceptive, had noticed her distraction the moment they’d walked through the door. He’d been patient, allowing her to sit with her thoughts, but now, as the silence stretched on, he could no longer hold back.“Isabelle,” he began, his voice soft yet steady, “you’ve been distant all night. I can see it. What’s going on?”She didn’t look up immediately. Instead, she stared into the flames, trying to untangle the mess of emotions swirling inside her. Michael’s face had haunted her mind since their meeting, and sh

**The Unraveling**Isabelle stood frozen outside Michael’s apartment, her mind spinning with the tangled web of secrets and half-truths she had just uncovered. Eric’s warning still echoed in her head. “You’re dealing with people who don’t play by the same rules.” And now, the cryptic phone call had added another layer of fear to an already growing sense of danger.She needed answers—answers that Michael wasn’t ready to give her, and answers that, at this moment, seemed just out of reach. As much as she hated the idea of playing games with him, she knew she had no choice but to confront him directly. It wasn’t just about the past anymore; it was about her future. It was about Clara, and the baby, and the safety of the people she cared about.Her fingers gripped her phone tighter as she dialed Andrew’s number. It was time to stop being cautious. It was time to take control of this situation, no matter the cost.Andrew’s voice on the other end of the line was tense. “Isabelle? What happe

** The Unexpected Ally**The silence that followed Michael’s departure was deafening. Isabelle stood frozen in the shadows, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to process what had just happened. The image of Michael, lifeless and distant, was burned into her mind. Something was horribly wrong, and the stakes had never been higher.Behind her, Eric shifted uneasily, but Isabelle didn’t turn to face him. She couldn’t. The sight of Michael, distant and hollow-eyed, haunted her, as did the knowledge that whatever was controlling him was stronger than anything she could comprehend."Isabelle, we need to go," Eric’s voice was low, urgent, yet still tinged with a note of hesitation. "The men who took Michael—they'll be back, and they'll come for you next. You're not safe here."She clenched her fists at her sides, unwilling to show weakness. “I’m not running away, Eric,” she said, her voice steady. “I’m not leaving without answers. I’m not leaving Michael to whatever that was bac