All Chapters of His Doctor Bride: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter One Hundred and Forty TwoThe ocean stretched wide and calm before them, its surface glowing under the late afternoon sun like something untouched by trouble or consequence.John leaned back against the cushioned lounge chair, his sunglasses shielding his eyes as he watched Betty run along the edge of the water, her laughter carrying across the private stretch of sand. Magdalene sat beside him, her legs tucked beneath her as she flipped through a glossy magazine she wasn’t really reading.It had taken years for his life to look like this.Years of careful choices.Years of knowing when to step forward and when to stay silent.And if he was honest with himself, years of benefiting from things he never truly earned.He had seen the news before they even boarded the flight.Clara’s face had been everywhere.Headlines.Panels.Speculations.The kind of downfall that turned someone from untouchable to exposed in a matter of days.He hadn’t felt shocked.He hadn’t felt sympathy eith

Chapter One Hundred and Forty FourRichard Greyson paused by the doorway before stepping fully into the room.Damien was sitting at the edge of the bed, not moving, not reacting to anything around him. He wasn’t asleep. He wasn’t restless either. He was simply there, staring ahead at nothing in particular, as though the world in front of him no longer required his attention.There had been a time when Damien filled every space he walked into. His presence used to feel strong, almost commanding without effort. Now he looked smaller somehow. His shoulders curved inward. His face had lost its usual sharpness. Even his eyes seemed distant, as if whatever thoughts lived behind them had retreated too far to reach.Richard studied him quietly.The change hadn’t happened overnight. It had been gradual. A little less conversation each week. A little less reaction. A little more time spent sitting in silence.He cleared his throat softly before walking further inside.“Damien,” he called in a c

Chapter One Hundred and Forty SixAlice stared at her phone for almost five full minutes before she finally pressed the call button.She had already saved the number the previous day, when everything still felt exciting and full of possibility. Now the screen looked different. The same number, but it carried more pressure than it had before.She inhaled slowly as it rang.Once.Twice.On the third ring, the call connected.“Richard Greyson speaking.”His voice was calm, controlled, the kind of voice that belonged to someone used to authority.“Good afternoon, sir,” Alice said, forcing her tone to remain steady. “It’s Alice Morgan. We spoke yesterday regarding the psychiatric position.”There was a slight shift on the other end. “Ah, yes. Miss Morgan. I was expecting you tomorrow morning.”That small sentence made this harder.“Yes, sir. That’s actually why I’m calling.”A pause.“I hope there isn’t a problem,” Richard said carefully.Alice swallowed. “There is, sir. I won’t be able to

Chapter One Hundred and Forty EightDamien sat on the edge of his bed for a long time after walking away from the study.He hadn’t planned to stand outside the door. He hadn’t planned to hear the call either. But once he realized what the conversation was about, his feet had refused to move.Now the words would not leave his head.Safety.I don’t think I’m the right fit.He had heard many variations of rejection before. Doctors resigning politely. Some leaving abruptly. Some simply refusing to come back the next day. But hearing someone decline before even meeting him felt different.He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor.Safety.The word kept circling back.Not anger.Not frustration.Fear.People were afraid of him.That realization settled deep in his chest in a way he wasn’t prepared for.For years he had told himself people left because they were weak. Because they didn’t understand him. Because they couldn’t handle someone who refused to b

Chapter One Hundred and FiftyAria sat quietly in her office, her eyes moving slowly across the large glass window that overlooked the hospital courtyard.From where she sat, she could see nurses walking between departments, patients sitting on the benches outside, and a few family members waiting patiently near the entrance. The building itself stood tall and modern, a structure she once could only imagine during the hardest years of her life.Now it was real.Her hospital.A place that had started as nothing more than a desperate attempt to survive had grown into something far greater than she ever expected.A yeaar ago, it had only been a small clinic with two tiny rooms and equipment that barely worked properly. The building had looked tired, the paint fading on the walls, and some days there were barely enough supplies to treat the few patients who came through the door.Back then Aria had worked day and night, not because she wanted fame or recognition, but because she had no ot