Novel & Cerita Doctor Wife

"What do you mean you cannot give me the details, that's my wife.. You ca-" "Sir it's a hospital you cannot scream. I understand your dismay but i cannot do anything.. The doctor attending her strictly prohibited anyone to leak her details " The reception said.. Nicholas was loosing his sense.. "Can you please call that doctor?? Please!! " He literally begged and that's when receptionists felt pity and decided to call Mrs Leone, the attending doctor... Mrs Leone is one of the famous doctor and known to be a strict doctor who doesn't entertain chaos... "Mrs Leone, Mr Nicholas Dawson is here. He claimed the patient you are attending is his wife... " The receptionists said in small tone and Mrs

The doctor became very quiet. Almost too quiet. As though he was studying my face. A long silence passed. Then I heard him whisper. "I know her." His voice carried certainty. "I know exactly who she is." My heart skipped. The woman sounded curious. "Who is she?" The doctor exhaled slowly. "Vivian Hart." Silence. Then he continued. "Vivian Hart Blackstone." The woman gasped. "Blackstone?" "Yes." The doctor leaned back slightly. "She's the wife of David Blackstone."

What a picture-perfect family of three. The sight of them was so jarring that it hurt my eyes. I clenched my fists so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I barely managed to keep my composure. Willow had just come out of surgery, and I had only recently been transferred to this top-tier hospital. This wasn't the right time or place to expose the truth. After she regained a little strength, Willow's gaze landed on me. "Thank you so much, doctor. May I ask your name?"

I didn’t know whether to swoon or laugh. The elderly couple who rode the elevator with us got off first. We exited on the next floor. Jasper kept his arm around my waist, walking slowly beside me so I wouldn’t slip or trip. He’s incredibly thoughtful and caring. We were next to enter the clinic. The sign on the door read: Dra. Monica Lewis, OB-Gyne. “Oh, hi dear! Long time no see, Rayn!” the doctor greeted my husband with a dazzling smile—as if I didn’t exist.

“And the lips. Too much product in the vermilion border. It’s already migrating. You’ll need hyaluronidase soon or you’ll have duck face by Christmas.” Silence falls hard. One wife coughs. Another laughs nervously. I tilt my head at Svetlana. “You really should vet your friends’ surgeons better. Bad work reflects on everyone around you.” The blonde excuses herself, cheeks flaming under the makeup. The other wives suddenly find their champagne glasses fascinating. Svetlana glares pure murder at me. “You little bitch.” I sip my champagne, calm as ever. “I’m a doctor. I diagnose. You’re welcome.”

He pulled out his phone and took photos of me and the blood on the floor. "I need a souvenir. People should see this. Mr. Kirkland is at his lowest. He can't even save his own mother." The physician rushed over in panic. He tugged at Wendy's sleeve and pleaded, "Please, Dr. Lowell. Mr. Kirkland's mother can still make it. You can save her if you start the surgery now! You can't just stand by and do nothing!" Wendy shoved him away in disgust. "This is none of your business. I don't care whether she lives or dies. I'd rather go buy a watch for Hayden."

"My husband just passed away, and you expect me to smile? This hospital is inhumane! Christopher was one of your doctors, but I don't see even a trace of grief on your face! Did you want him to die?" Before long, a crowd began to gather around me. Some people began to take my side. "Leave her alone." "Her husband just died! Why should she be denied the right to cry?" "What kind of cold-hearted doctor are you? Have you never lost someone close to you? We don't mind at all, so why should you?" Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd.

I read it once quickly, the way you read something when you want the shape of it before you commit to the detail. I read it a second time slowly. The pattern was not subtle once it was laid out in a single document rather than scattered across weeks of fragments. “Dr. Ray Lionel. Medical degree, residency, the founding of Lionel Women’s Health three years prior.” A relationship history that included, according to records the investigator had traced through old university social circles, a Scarlet Celine, no surname change yet recorded, dated for approximately two years, ending the year she graduated. Current status; gynecologist of record for Mrs. Scarlet Benson.

Tolu and Susan said, “Welcome,” the doctor says, “and how are you?“ he asked, “We are fine,” Susan and Tolu say, while Amanda watching them, “and this is my friend, Amanda, she is a medical doctor,” Susan says, “Amanda welcome to my office,” the doctor says, “thank you, senior doctor,” Amanda says, “What Is your specialty?“ the doctor asked, “am a gynecologist” Amanda retorted, “Fine,” he says, “have you secured a job?“ the doctor asked,

Tolu and Susan said, “Welcome,” the doctor says, “and how are you?“ he asked, “We are fine,” Susan and Tolu say, while Amanda watching them, “and this is my friend, Amanda, she is a medical doctor,” Susan says, “Amanda welcome to my office,” the doctor says, “thank you, senior doctor,” Amanda says, “What Is your specialty?“ the doctor asked, “am a gynecologist” Amanda retorted, “Fine,” he says, “have you secured a job?“ the doctor asked,