Doctor Wife Novels & Stories

the security guard said kindly, though his hand remained firmly gripped by the grumpy woman's. The young doctor behind him smiled at the woman and showed her ID. "My name is Lynner Hardy. I am the attending physician of Hematology department Sparrow clinic. If you feel there is a problem with the way we treat and treat you, please, I will take you to the director of Sparrow clinic to make a complaint." The woman looked a little frightened by the words of the young doctor in front of her, who spoke his lines in a polite tone and smiled, but his eyes were cold.

The doctor's voice sounds from inside, and he finally pushes the door open and walks inside. "You may sit," The doctor beckons toward the chair across from him, and he sits. "Doc, what's wrong with my wife? Is she going to be alright?" He can't stop himself from asking as he awaits the doctor's reply impatiently. "There's a little problem, Mr. Houston..." The doctor pauses, and he gulps down nothing, already getting scared. "What's the problem, please? Will she be fine?" He asks curiously. "Your wife is diagnosed with mild persistent asthma..." Hearing the news from the doctor, his eyes slowly widen in shock as he freezes on the seat. Is this some joke or something?

What had happened? But I was about to receive even more shock as we entered the doctor’s office. “Doctor,” I said as I saw him seated behind his enlarged desk. He stood up and smiled. “Mr. Xander, I’m glad you showed up. Please, have a seat.” I turned to the security guard, who bowed before leaving, closing the door behind him. I turned back to the doctor. “I’m not here for pleasantries, Doctor. I’m here because my wife is missing.”

Victoria stated, removing her glasses and placing the test results on the table, while she approached me. After taking a seat beside me, Victoria leaned back on the sofa, carefully observing my expression. "When was your last menstrual cycle?" she inquired. I adjusted my position, placing my handbag beside me. "I think it was around two months ago, but it didn't seem like anything major," I mentioned. "Is there something I should be concerned about, Victoria?" Victoria Quinn was not just a personal doctor to me; she was like an elder sister, a guiding light in my life. Victoria was also a renowned cardiologist, celebrated with numerous awards in her field.

The doctor looks up the moment I step in, her smile wide and polite. “Mrs. Woods, what a surprise. How can I help you today?” “The woman who just left—Ms. Cassandra. Why was she here?” “Oh, I’m afraid I can’t disclose that,” the doctor says quickly. I sigh, softening my tone. “We’re just worried about her. She’s been acting strange lately. I’m a relative, she lives with my husband and me.” The doctor looks around, then lowers her voice. “Fine, but please don’t tell anyone I said this. She’s pregnant—and she tested positive for chlamydia. These are her reports. I could lose my job for saying this.”

Dion turned to me, "Mommy, are you his doctor? Why don't you discharge him soon?" "I'm not his doctor sweetie. Someone else–" "An egocentric jerk has refused to let me go home for days out of jealousy." Damon cuts me off. I wasn't in a good position as I fainted out of shock that day when I got to the hospital. Someone else took over as his doctor and Damon has been pestering me about working. He keeps saying I shouldn't work hard that's it's harmful for the baby. I feel like he's the doctor and I'm the patient now. Besides, I know my own body too well. I won't do anything that will affect my child. I'm too scared to lose it.

I didn't recognise the woman staring back. I set the phone face down,i must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, my phone was buzzing. Three messages from Sophie lit up the screen. Oh honey no,i am so sorry. You don't deserve this. Hey friend, listen to me. I know this sounds crazy, but there's someone I think could help. Remember I told you about my ex-husband? Vincent? He's a doctor now, specializes in women's sexual health. His clinic just opened last month. I know it's weird but he's supposed to be incredible at this. Very professional, very discreet. I can give you his info if you want.

"Okay, but why do you need a doctor? Specialist in what? I may know someone. My cousin's wife is a doctor with a Ph.D. in Psychology—" "She's exactly who I need," I cut him off. Because of this, he frowned at me and parted his lips as if he wanted to say something but couldn't think of the right word. "Can I trust her with my personal information?" I wondered, not knowing why I had to keep things private. "I suppose my cousin's wife could do that for you; from what I've heard, most of her patients keep everything confidential, and those details aren't something you know," he replied, putting my mind at ease.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

She doesn't really know me but if she can call me that it seems easy. "Are you really a doctor?" “Are you questioning my profession?” “Sorry. It's just not obvious—. ” “What do you want? You're wasting my precious time! ” "My girlfriend needs a doctor." “And you’re talking to the best doctor in town. Take your girlfriend to my clinic.” “No. She can't walk and her whole body hurts.” "Let me guess, why she can't walk because she gave you her virginity and yours is big so the inside of her hymen was injured."