Semua Bab The Don's Side Chick, My Patient: Bab 1 - Bab 7

Lucia rested a hand on her stomach. "How do the results look? Is the baby okay?""Oh—right." She glanced around. "Your hospital said a top specialist would handle my delivery. Where is she?""This is her. Dr. Acca—"I cut in. "The exam forms need a family signature.""My husband's in a meeting." Lucia flicked her phone. "He'll call soon. If there's anything you need to tell him, you can—"Her phone rang. She put it on speaker, slow and deliberate.Matteo's low voice flowed out. "Lucia, how did the checkup go?"My nails dug into my palm. This was the same voice that had once coaxed me through fevers. Now it was hers."Everything's perfect," Lucia said. "But the doctor says I need to stay happy. For the baby."Matteo laughed softly. "Alright. My princess. I bought you that rose estate you like. Happy now?""So happy. Thank you, honey." She blew a kiss.I stumbled into the equipment cart. Metal trays clattered.Lucia lifted a brow. "Doctor? You okay?""I'm fine." I grabbed th

The sharp bite of antiseptic hit my nose as I snapped awake. My friend and colleague Yvette's face blurred in, then came into focus."You're up?" She pushed me back gently. "Don't move. You just had surgery."I stared at the ceiling cracks. My voice came out cracked. "My baby...""Gone." Her grip on my hand tightened. Eyes bloodshot. "But you made it."A slow, aching burn spread through my stomach, like something dull and cruel was carving me up from the inside. I shut my eyes. Felt tears slip sideways into the pillow."I told Ian about you." She dropped a folder on the nightstand. "He pushed your start date. You can leave once you're healed. Your identity has already been erased. Matteo's never finding 'Arianna Accardi' again."I looked at her swollen eyes and squeezed her hand. "Thank you, Yvette. Thank you..."She tucked the blanket around me like I might break. "You did the right thing. When someone screws you over, you don't stay—you fight. Staying with him would've wrecked

A month later, I stood in the hallway at Calidora Medical Center. The disinfectant didn't choke me anymore.Yvette was right—the sky here was a clear, endless blue. Sunlight warmed my lab coat."Dr. Accardi, emergency in Room 3!"A nurse barreled past, nearly knocking the chart from my hands.I rushed into the delivery room. Hemorrhage.Blood everywhere. Sheets soaked dark.My hands moved on muscle memory. My voice didn't."Prep transfusion. Call the blood bank. Alert the OR.""Dr. Accardi?"A calm voice came from behind.I turned and saw Ian in dark green scrubs. Gold-rimmed glasses. Steady eyes."I'll lead. You assist."The surgical light snapped on and a memory slammed into me—me on the floor, blood pooling, my baby slipping away.My grip faltered.Ian covered my hand. Steady and reassuring."Don't be scared. I'm here."Three hours later, the mother was stable.I collapsed in the locker room, fingers still shaking.The door creaked open. Ian handed me a cup of hot