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"BRONZE WINNER IN GOODNOVEL CONTEST" CEO'S DIVORCED WIFE IS SEXY DOCTOR PART 1, CEO'S RUNAWAY BRIDE IS SEXY DOCTOR 2 <BLURB> "What are you doing? This is an hospital." I protested, though my body is doing the opposite. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, "It doesn't matter doctor." His lips brushed past my ear, giving me the chills. I am under his command now. "You need to stop..." "Go ahead darling.." He whispered to my ear, "Strip. I'd like my body melting in yours now." Those words are enough to send me into another dimension. This is an hospital, but I don't care. His hands are going down my thighs, trying to pull my jeans down. I'm going let him screw me in the hospital... ••••••••••• All Damon Montreal needed to do was save his ex wife's baby which is also his but he refused to help her. She lost the baby thanks to that, but had the chance of getting another one... Bianca was fazed when her husband suddenly stopped loving her and changed towards her. She tried to see why but could not figure it out. He abandoned her even with her pregnancy. He made it clear he wanted nothing to do with her baby. Until she came back a few years later as his father's doctor. Then, he starts to desire her more than ever especially knowing she has a child for him. They start learning the truth of what happened between them years ago. Bianca is not willing to forgive him, what about a son who brings them together? Will Damon succeed in making her his again? Will he lose the chance just like he did before when an obstacle arrives?

4 years loving him and getting him to do the same, but all it took her was a few minutes to ruin everything and get him back. His ex wife, my husband's ex wife, Bianca. The devil who left him when she became popular with his fame, the same woman who left him crashing out in my arms. She came back with a child and claimed it was his, he was eager to take her back. I was confirmed barren and all it took was a few hours before I smelt the fishy odour_ the divorce.

I had avoided Snow Judson’s father for the entire five years of our marriage. My career never matched Snow’s, so in his eyes, I would always be beneath them. That day, Snow had a work dinner and asked me to take his father for a medical checkup. When we reached the hospital, the staff told us that the appointment was not scheduled for today. Snow’s father blew up on the spot and swung his cane at me. When I tried to call Snow, I accidentally opened a video that had been posted three minutes earlier. Snow wore a lace camisole in the video. She stood at a sink in a bathroom and washed a man’s shirt by hand. I looked at the caption. [Dinner is over. My boss took great care of me. If I had a wife like her, I would want nothing more.] Snow smiled so gently in the video that I suddenly felt empty. I left a comment under the video. [Wow, is he confessing?]

Every year on my birthday, my wife Nicole Weston breaks her promise. The first time, she stays up playing video games with her mentee, Finnegan Holt, and never shows up to the movie. The second time, she bails on our candlelight dinner to teach him how to cook, and every dish goes cold and straight into the trash. The third time, she shuts off her phone and takes him to a spa resort while I'm stranded alone at a beach house during a tsunami warning. I spend three days drifting at sea. When I'm finally rescued, the first thing I see on social media is a photo Finnegan posted. Nicole is in a bikini, giving him a back rub. The caption reads, "With a mentor like this, the world is mine!" I screenshot it and drop it into the company group chat. "Quite the mentorship. Might as well make it official." Nicole calls me immediately, screaming. "You're being ridiculous. Finn's in tears because of you! So I took him to a spa. What's the big deal? You see something dirty in everything! Delete that message right now and apologize to Finn in person!" I scoff. "I'll pass on the apology. I've already drafted the divorce papers. Don't forget to sign." After seven years of bending over backward for her, I'm truly done.

On the first day of New Year's, my good buddy, Vincent Wales, sent me a video. “Leon, take a look. Does this woman look like your wife? It’s all over.” In the video, a man and a woman were making out passionately. As the car rocked violently, the woman’s face came into view. It was unmistakably my wife. My blood rushed straight to my head. My hands shook as I dialed her number. “Hello, honey… What’s the matter?” Her breathing was uneven, like she had just been doing something intense. I was about to speak when she suddenly let out a few loud cries. “A-Ah… It’s nothing. I’ll hang up now. I’m just playing cards with friends." With that, all I heard was the dial tone. Playing cards? She had clearly told me she was working overtime!

Alvina Jones spent three years of marriage faithfully accompanying her husband through countless treatments for his erectile dysfunction, enduring a sexless marriage without a word of complaint. What she got in return wasn't her husband's remorse, but his affair with the female psychologist treating his condition. Even as he whispered words of love to her, he reveled in the physical pleasure his mistress gave him. He never believed he was cheating. He firmly convinced himself it was all part of his treatment. He was equally confident that Alvina would never leave him. Little did he know that Alvina had already tricked him into signing the divorce papers and secretly gathered evidence to make both him and his mistress lose everything. Alvina had a passion for perfume creation, but in Eden Gray's eyes, her dream was nothing more than "a waste of time." Everything changed when she stepped beneath the spotlight and was crowned the Queen of Perfume, with every major media outlet scrambling to cover her success. At the same time, another of her hidden identities was exposed. Only then did Eden realize that the wife he always looked down on was actually the mysterious investment mogul he desperately tried, and repeatedly failed, to secure as a business partner. Filled with regret, Eden fell to his knees and begged for a second chance. "Alvina, I was wrong. Please, give me one more chance!" Alvina let out a cold laugh. "You look far better filled with regret than you ever did when you betrayed me." Still refusing to give up, Eden bought the studio next door to hers and showed up every morning with breakfast he had made himself. "I'll wait for you. One year. Two years. A lifetime, if I have to." Just then, business tycoon Sariel Roland took the breakfast and tossed it straight into the trash. He wrapped an arm around Alvina's waist and declared without hesitation, "Take your pathetic obsession somewhere else. The woman I love isn't someone you'll ever get to wait for." From a neglected wife trapped in a sexless marriage to a woman who stood in her own light; from living a life stripped of dignity to being loved in a way that made her feel whole again. Only then did Alvina finally understand that true love never required her to look back.