บททั้งหมดของ His Doctor Bride: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

---Chapter Ninety-OneAria woke up to the sound of her phone vibrating beside her pillow.She reached for it slowly, eyes still heavy, body tired in a way sleep didn’t fix. The screen glowed with a message notification. One message. Then another.Dr. Andreas.Her heart picked up a little as she opened it.> Good morning, Mrs. Greyson. I hope you rested well. Kindly come in today for Damien’s evaluation. Athens Medical Center. Please come with the patient if possible.She read it twice.It was already morning.Sunlight slipped through the curtains of the guest room she had taken the night before. The room was beautiful—cream walls, soft sheets, a balcony overlooking water that looked unreal. It was the kind of place people dreamed of coming to.But Aria didn’t feel like she was on a dream trip.She sat up slowly, one hand resting on her stomach without thinking about it. Three weeks. Barely anything. Still, she felt different. Heavy. Off. Tired in a quiet way.She pushed the feeling a

Chapter Ninety-ThreeCanadaJohn had already turned the place upside down for more than an hour.At first look the bedroom seemed the same as always tidy, organized, exactly how Clara liked to keep things. But he knew her habits better than anyone. She never left anything valuable sitting out in the open. Secrets went into ordinary spots: behind makeup jars, folded inside sweaters, tucked under stacks of shoes. Truth buried under layers of normal life.He went back to the wardrobe, moving slower this time.He slid hangers aside one by one silk dresses, tailored blazers, heels still in their dust bags from some shopping trip she never mentioned. expensive jackets, shoes still wrapped in protective bags.Empty. He dropped to a crouch, checked the lower drawers, fingers tracing seams and corners, tapping wood for any give or echo.Still nothing.He blew out a breath and straightened up.“You’re sharp,” he said under his breath, “but I’m sharper.”His gaze drifted upward again. He stretc

Chapter Ninety-FiveClara made sure she was already in the bed when Damien started to come around.She had arranged herself just right his head tucked against her chest, her arm draped around his shoulders like she’d never once left his side. She’d even rubbed her eyes hard enough earlier to make them look puffy and red, the way they would if she’d spent hours crying. When his fingers moved against her side and his breathing shifted from deep to shallow, she slowed her own breaths, tilted her face down toward him, and waited.“Baby,” he said. The word came out cracked and dry.Clara responded right away.“Oh, Damien… thank God.” Her voice trembled the exact right amount. She pulled him closer and pressed her lips to the top of his head. “I was terrified. I stayed right here the whole time. Didn’t move an inch. I’m so glad you’re awake.”Damien blinked slowly. His head pounded. His arms and legs felt heavy, like someone had drained the strength out of them while he was out. Everything

Chapter Ninety-SevenClara stood by herself in the kitchen while the late-afternoon sun poured through the tall windows. The house felt empty without Damien in it he’d left for his hospital checkup a couple of hours earlier. She liked these pockets of quiet. No voices, no footsteps, just space to think straight.She reached into the fruit bowl and took out two oranges. Rolled them under her palm for a second, then carried them to the sink. Ran water over them slowly. Dried them with a towel. Picked up the knife and sliced each one in half, careful and even. The citrus smell filled the air right away sharp, clean.She fed the halves into the juicer one by one. The machine hummed low while pulp and seeds spun away. When it finished she poured the juice into a tall clear glass. Bright. Fresh-looking.She stopped moving.Looked around the kitchen once even though she already knew the staff was busy elsewhere. From the pocket of her silk robe she took out a small glass vial. No label. Just

Chapter Ninety NineAria felt it before she saw it.A strange pull low in her stomach. Not sharp. Not sudden. Just wrong.She had been sitting on the edge of the bed, folding a light cardigan Richard had ordered for her. Her mind wasn’t on the clothes. It hadn’t been for days. It was on Damien’s voice. His hand across her face. The words he threw at her like stones. The way he had looked at her as if she was nothing.She stood up slowly, planning to go shower.That was when she felt the wetness.At first, she thought it was nothing. Stress, maybe. The doctor had warned her that stress could do strange things. She told herself not to panic. Panic was dangerous. Panic could hurt the baby.She walked into the bathroom and closed the door quietly, like someone else might hear her fear.When she looked down, her breath caught.Blood.Not a lot. Just enough to freeze her in place.“No,” she whispered, gripping the sink. “No, no, please…”Her hands started shaking. She wiped quickly, trying