Semua Bab My Husband And His Intern Did Me Dirty: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I pushed open the front door, and the groceries in my hand tumbled to the floor. I stood frozen in place.A birthday candle flickered as everyone sang "Happy Birthday." The table was piled with an extravagant spread—dishes I didn't even recognize.Seated around the table were my mother-in-law, my husband, Sophie Dixon, and a pair of twins nestled in their arms. The five of them bowed their heads in unison, making a birthday wish, smiles of contentment on their faces.There wasn't even a place setting for me.In that moment, I felt like a stranger who had barged into someone else's home.It was a long time before my husband, Jaxon Murray, finally looked up and saw me. His fork paused briefly in midair, then, as if nothing had happened, he picked up a piece of meat and gently fed it to Sophie.Sophie accepted it shyly, though her eyes flicked toward me with calculated indifference.My mother-in-law acted as if she'd just noticed me standing by the door. Her gaze was cold and sharp

The door to the next hospital room was half open. I saw Jaxon sitting inside, holding the woman he once promised would never appear in his life again. A large lunchbox sat in front of them. He was feeding her, one bite for him, one bite for her. The two of them were eating together happily."Lauren," Jaxon had said, hurriedly grabbing my hand, "she's in too much pain to eat by herself. It's early-stage stomach cancer. There's no one else to take care of her..."You've always been so kind. Nothing is going on between us. I'm just helping her, that's all. You're the only one I care about."My hand moved unconsciously to the incision from my C-section. And once again, I chose to believe him.…I didn't arrive at my new lodging until midnight. My stomach was empty, but I couldn't bring myself to eat. The sourness rising in my chest made me nauseous.Just then, my phone lit up with a message from Jaxon."The child went into anaphylactic shock. It was serious. The doctor said he was

It felt like this miserable life might finally be over. I closed my eyes.A sharp screech of brakes cut through the air.When I opened them again, a silver sports car had swerved in dangerously and forced the black sedan to a stop."Lauren! What happened to you? Where is Jaxon?"The voice was low, magnetic, laced with urgency and anger.I looked up. It was Nick Reinhart, Jaxon's longtime research rival.I wanted to respond, but the world spun around me, and before I could speak, everything went dark.When I woke up, I was lying in a warm, softly lit bedroom. Someone had already tended to my wounds with meticulous care.Nick walked in with a glass of water in his hand. His skin was tanned, his eyes gleamed with mischief, and when he smiled, a small canine tooth showed. He looked, oddly, a little charming."You're awake. How do you feel?"His voice was gentle and so different from the cold, ruthless persona people spoke of.I thanked him and asked what had happened. He respond

I let out a cold laugh. "I'd rather put my trust in Nick than you.""And besides," I added, my voice calm—terrifyingly so, "it's too late. The day you brought Sophie into our home… I already died.""Lauren, I know I was wrong," Jaxon sobbed aloud, his composure crumbling before everyone. "I can't live without you. Please…"He took a step forward and dropped to his knees, trying to take my hand like he used to. But before he could touch me, Nick shoved him back with a forceful push.Suddenly, Sophie burst out from behind him and clung to my arm, tears streaming down her face."Lauren, please come back! Jaxon hasn't been eating properly; he won't even go to the lab anymore!"She shook my arm desperately, her voice choked with sobs. "As long as you come back, as long as Jaxon is happy, I'll accept anything!"I yanked my arm free. "Sophie, your acting has really improved."Her eyes darkened, but she gritted her teeth and clung to me harder, practically hanging off my body.The gue

After dinner, Nick suggested a walk by the river.The night air was gentle. The breeze along the river felt cool and soothing. Without a word, he took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The motion was so natural it didn't feel deliberate."Cold?" he asked.I shook my head, but still found myself inching a little closer to him."You really don't remember?" he asked suddenly.My heart skipped a beat. "W-what do you mean?""That charity gala when we were kids—the first time I saw you," he said. "You stood out to me even then. So calm, so composed. You sat quietly in the corner, like a painting come to life. I remember thinking you didn't seem like a child at all."I was shy back then," he continued. "I really wanted a slice of cake from the table, but my parents weren't around and I didn't dare ask the other adults. I tried reaching for it a few times but couldn't. I was sulking in the corner when you came over and shared your piece with me."I stared at him, stunned.