บททั้งหมดของ His Doctor Bride: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Chapter Eighty-TwoTwo weeks Later Same space. Same routine.She moved slowly, careful with every step, like her body no longer trusted her. The sickness had started days ago. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just sudden waves that came without warning. She would bend over the sink, throw up quietly, rinse her mouth, and pretend nothing happened.Some days she felt dizzy for no reason. Other days, sleep did nothing for her. She would wake up tired, her bones aching like she had run all night without moving an inch.She told herself it was stress.The house was not peaceful anymore. Damien was unstable. Richard watched everything closely. The servants whispered when they thought she couldn’t hear. Anyone would feel sick in a place like this.That was what she kept telling herself.Aria stood by the counter, arranging Damien’s drugs the way she always did. She read the labels twice, measured carefully, her fingers steady even when her stomach rolled again.She swallowed hard.“Get it together,”

Chapter Eighty Four “I know, Aria,” Richard said quietly. “I know this isn’t easy. But please… for the family. For my sake. I’m not trying to pressure you. I’m not trying to manipulate you.”They were sitting in the small sitting room near the back of the house. The curtains were open. Afternoon light came in freely. Aria sat on the edge of the couch, her hands locked together, her shoulders drawn in. She looked smaller than usual, like she was trying to take up less space.“For your sake,” she repeated, her voice low. “Everyone keeps saying that. Your sake. The family’s sake. No one is asking if I’m okay.”Richard sighed. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked older like this. Less powerful. Less like the man everyone feared.“I am asking,” he said. “That’s why I’m here with you now.”Aria shook her head slowly. “I don’t recognize my life anymore. I wake up and I feel like I’m living inside someone else’s story. I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know what I

Chapter Eighty SixThe double doors swung open, and Aria’s stomach dropped like someone had punched her.Damien came through first carried between two security guys, his arms hanging loose, head tilted sideways like it was too heavy to hold up anymore. His eyes were shut. Lips parted just enough to show he wasn’t breathing right. He looked empty. Not asleep. Just… gone from himself.Richard stepped in right behind them.No questions. No hurry. No sharp intake of breath.He gave one single nod like this was paperwork he’d already signed off on years ago.Then he kept walking.Didn’t turn his head. Didn’t pause. Didn’t even look down at the son being half-dragged, half-carried past him. He moved straight through the room like Damien was already a memory he’d learned to live with. Like he’d rehearsed this exact second in his head so many times that when it finally showed up, it didn’t surprise him.That one cold nod cut Aria deeper than the sight of Damien’s limp body ever could.They go

Chapter Eighty-Eight“C’mon, Damien,” Clara said softly, leaning back in her chair, legs crossed like she had nothing to hide. “I was there for a business deal. Do you really think I’d go out with some other men, baby?”They were seated across from each other in a quiet restaurant. Expensive. Private. The kind Damien always chose when he wanted to talk without ears around. Soft music played somewhere in the background, barely noticed.Damien sighed, running a hand through his hair.“I know,” he said. “I know it sounds stupid. I just… I don’t like seeing you with anyone else. I can’t handle it.”Clara smiled, slow and sweet, exactly the smile that always worked on him.“That’s because you care,” she said. “And I like that.”She leaned forward slightly. “Give me a hug.”Damien didn’t hesitate. He stood up and pulled her into his arms. She pressed herself close, resting her cheek against his chest like she belonged there. Her fingers slid up his back, slow, comforting.“I hate how everyt

---Chapter NinetyThe private jet touched down smoothly, the wheels rolling against the runway with a muted screech. No cheers. No excitement. Just the soft hum of the engines winding down, the click of seatbelts releasing.Aria remained in her seat, hands tightly clutching her bag. She didn’t speak. She barely breathed. Her stomach fluttered nervously, a small life growing inside her making her suddenly aware of every motion, every sound. She was leaving Canada for the first time, and the world she thought she knew had already turned upside down.Clara stood first. She looked as though she had always belonged on this jet, on this trip, in this life. Her dress was light, flowing just enough to look effortless. Her hair tumbled loosely around her shoulders. Makeup highlighted her features without trying too hard. She stretched like someone arriving for a vacation she’d been planning for months. Then she leaned slightly toward Damien.“We’re finally here,” she said softly, her voice wa