Todos os capítulos de THE DOCTOR'S BEAUTIFUL WIFE.: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

** A New Dawn and Hidden Shadows**Isabelle awoke to the sound of rain pattering against the bedroom window, a soft and steady rhythm that mirrored her emotions—calm on the surface, turbulent underneath. She stretched, her growing belly making the movement a little awkward. Andrew was already up, his side of the bed cold and neatly made.The events of the past few weeks lingered in her mind like a storm that hadn’t completely passed. Michael’s arrest had removed an immediate threat, but the aftermath of their choices weighed heavily on her. Secrets, lies, and the strain of their marriage had left wounds that would take time to heal.She ran her hand over her stomach, feeling a small kick in response. It was a reminder of the life growing within her, a life she was determined to protect at all costs.Isabelle found Andrew in the kitchen, pouring over papers spread across the counter. He looked up as she entered, offering a small, tired smile.“Morning,” he said, his voice warm but ting

**Confronting the Ghosts**The following day dawned with an air of tension so thick it was palpable. Isabelle woke early, unable to find rest in the few hours of sleep she’d managed. Andrew was already downstairs, reviewing plans with Ethan, his determination radiating through the room.Margaret had been discharged from the hospital with strict instructions to rest, but she was far from inactive. She took it upon herself to secure the house, ensuring that Isabelle and Andrew had nothing to worry about as they set out to confront Victor Longstone. The drive to the remote estate was long and silent, each mile bringing them closer to the heart of the danger. The landscape outside was desolate, the kind of emptiness that magnified every doubt and fear.Isabelle sat in the passenger seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “Do you think he’ll listen to reason?” she asked softly, breaking the silence.Andrew’s grip on the wheel tightened. “People like Victor don’t respond to reason. He’

**A Breaking Point** The newfound peace in Andrew and Isabelle’s relationship felt fragile, as though it was balanced on a precipice. For days, they had shared quiet moments, lingering kisses, and whispered reassurances. Yet, as life returned to its usual demands, the complexities they had momentarily escaped came rushing back with a vengeance. It was late afternoon when Isabelle found herself pacing the living room, her hands trembling as she clutched her phone. A single text message from Michael had shattered the calm she had fought so hard to maintain. "I need to see you. It’s important." Her heart raced, torn between guilt and a flicker of curiosity. She hadn’t spoken to Michael since the night she told Andrew he was the father of her child. Yet, his words echoed in her mind, and she couldn’t deny the unresolved tension between them. Andrew walked into the room, his tie loosened and a tired smile on his face. "You okay?" he asked, setting his briefcase on the floor. Isabelle

** The Reckoning of Truths**The atmosphere in the house was tense, an almost tangible weight pressing down on every interaction between Isabelle and Andrew. It had been days since Michael's unannounced visit, yet the shadow of his presence lingered, driving an invisible wedge deeper into their already fragile relationship.Andrew’s questions were growing sharper, his patience wearing thin. Isabelle’s evasive answers were no longer enough to quiet his suspicions.It was a chilly evening when the storm finally broke. Andrew stood in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of wine, his jaw set tight. Isabelle entered, her steps tentative as she carried their dinner plates to the sink.“Isabelle,” he said suddenly, his tone clipped. “We need to talk.”She froze, gripping the edge of the counter. “About what?” she asked, though she already knew the answer.Andrew turned, his gaze piercing. “About Michael. About why he keeps showing up. And about what you’re not telling me.”Her throat tighte

** A Test of Love**The morning air carried an unspoken tension in the house. Andrew had already left for work, leaving Isabelle alone to grapple with her thoughts. She moved through her morning routine robotically, her mind replaying the moment Michael showed up at their door with the folder.“What if the baby isn’t Andrew’s?” she whispered to herself, her heart pounding at the thought.Though her relationship with Michael had been a whirlwind of passion and impulsive decisions, her heart still clung to the stability and history she shared with Andrew. Now, with a baby on the way and the shadow of a paternity test looming over her, she felt the weight of her choices more than ever .Isabelle sat on the edge of her bed, phone in hand. She hesitated before dialing a familiar number. It rang twice before a warm voice answered.“Isabelle?” came Sarah’s voice, Andrew’s sister.“Hi, Sarah,” Isabelle said, her voice trembling. “Do you have time to talk?”“Of course,” Sarah replied. “What’s