บททั้งหมดของ His Doctor Bride: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Chapter Seventy One She adjusted the bag on her shoulder and started walking toward the exit, her steps quicker now, like she needed to get out before the whole place caved in on her. The cool air from the AC felt colder suddenly, raising goosebumps on her arms. Her mind raced replaying the bump, the recognition in Clara's eyes, the way she didn't even bother with words. Just that shoulder check, like Aria was dirt on her shoe. Who does that?Outside, the sun hit her like a slap, bright and unrelenting. She blinked a few times, spotting the SUV parked exactly where the driver had left it. He saw her coming and opened the door without a word, professional as always. Aria slid into the back seat, clutching the bag in her lap like a shield. *****She dropped the bag on the bed and stared at it for a minute. The dress was in there, that simple blue thing she'd picked because it didn't scream for attention. But now, after Clara's shove, it felt tainted. Like wearing it would be admitti

---Chapter Seventy-ThreeIt was everywhere.Aria didn’t even have to search for it. The moment she unlocked her phone, her face filled the screen. Her own face. Standing beside Damien Greyson. Too close. Too exposed. Too public.Headlines stacked on top of each other.GREYSON HEIR FINALLY REVEALS HIS WIFEMYSTERY WOMAN STEPS INTO THE GREYSON SPOTLIGHTMEET MRS. GREYSONDAMIEN GREYSON’S MYSTERY WIFE STEALS THE NIGHT.She stared at the photo longer than she should have. Damien’s hand rested lightly on her arm, more for the cameras than for her. His smile looked practiced. Hers looked unsure. Anyone who knew her well would see it instantly.She scrolled.More pictures. Different angles. Slow-motion clips. Zoomed-in frames. People analyzing her dress, her posture, the way she stood slightly behind him.Comments flooded in.“She’s beautiful.”“She looks so simple.”“She doesn’t look like his type.”“She looks… real.”Her phone buzzed again. And again.Old classmates. Distant relatives. Pe

---Chapter Seventy-FiveSome days later.Aria woke up with a strange taste in her mouth.It wasn’t hunger. It wasn’t sickness the way she knew sickness. It sat somewhere in between, uncomfortable, confusing. She tried to ignore it at first, rolling to her side on the thin mat she slept on, telling herself it would pass like it always did.It didn’t.She barely made it to the bathroom.Her hands shook as she gripped the sink, her body folding forward as nausea took over. Nothing came out at first. Just dry heaves that made her eyes water and her throat ache. When it finally happened, it burned. She rinsed her mouth quickly, embarrassed even though no one was there to see her.“What’s wrong with me?” she whispered to her reflection.Her face looked the same. A little pale, maybe. Tired. But she always looked tired these days.She cleaned up quietly and went back to her corner. The smell of food from the main kitchen drifted in, and her stomach twisted again. She pushed the feeling down

Chapter Seventy Seven Clara refused to pick her phone.Damien stood in the middle of his room, staring at the screen like it had personally betrayed him. He called again. And again. The call went straight to voicemail. No ringing. No delay. Just silence and that same cold automated response.He opened her social media. Her profile picture was gone. Her highlights were gone. Her name still showed, but everything else had disappeared.Blocked.On everything.“Fuck,” he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair.His chest rose sharply, breath uneven. This wasn’t normal. Clara never blocked him. She ignored him sometimes, yes. She punished him with silence, yes. But blocking? That meant she was angry in a way gifts couldn’t easily fix.Or so he thought.“She must have seen the news,” he said to himself, pacing. “She must have.”His jaw tightened. The press conference replayed in his head. His own voice. The cameras. Aria’s name coming out of his mouth in front of the whole country. He c

Chapter Seventy NineA black Tesla Model S rolled slowly into the wide driveway, smooth and quiet, like it already knew where it belonged.Clara saw it from the balcony.She froze for half a second. Then a smile crept to her lips.She didn’t need anyone to tell her what it was. She already knew.This was Damien’s way. Always had been.Anytime he messed up. Anytime he crossed a line. Anytime he failed to give her what she wanted emotionally, he filled the gap with something expensive. Something loud. Something that said sorry without the word ever leaving his mouth.Her stomach did that familiar flip—part thrill, part ache. The thrill because damn, who wouldn’t feel a rush seeing something like this show up for them? The ache because she knew exactly what it meant. She adjusted the silk robe around her body and took a slow breath, schooling her face before heading downstairs.By the time she reached the door, the people in charge of the delivery were already there. Two men in neat bla