Novel & Cerita Dr Shepherd Grey's Anatomy Wife

Chapter 1 "Do you, Allan Bryan, take Naomi Redfield to be your lawfully wedded wife?" "I do." The priest was given a chilly response from the man when he was asked this question. His tone of answer hit her like a bucket of ice water. "Naomi Redfield, do you take Allan Bryan as your lawfully wedded husband?"

I release a deep sigh. “Devona Drake,” a woman in a lab coat calls me by the name I provided. Standing, I let her lead me into a separate room. It has a small chair and a desk. We are greeted by another person in a lab coat, with a name tag that reads "Dr. Thomas." Taking the chair opposite her, I fold my hands on the smooth surface of the plastic table and wait. “Your wife, Faye Drake, is weak but stable,” she informs me. I react as if I didn’t already know this, letting my body relax slightly.

He looked like he was in his early sixties, his face full with grey hair and fine wrinkles. "Alright, Mr Donnelly, I'll need you to wait outside." Doctor Ryan suddenly turned to Shawn and said. My eyes widened, as I looked at Shawn, shaking my head profusely. I didn't want him to leave my side. Shawn saw the fear in my eyes and turned his gaze to the doctor. "I can't doctor." Shawn's voice trembled anxiously. "She's... she's my wife. I can't just abandon her while she's in pain."

Who dreamed of becoming a doctor and building a hospital. She had done it all. Achieved it all. Become everything she wanted to be. Dr. Shayla Cross. Wife. Mother. Surgeon. Hospital founder. Dream achiever. And she was surrounded by love. By family. By people who supported her and believed in her and celebrated her. This was happiness. This was success. This was the life she had always wanted. Grayson caught her eye from across the room. He s miled at her. That special smile just for her. Mouthed "I love you."

The realization hit like a typhoon turning him wordless in stupefaction. Ace at once turned around and rushed to the doctor's room where the receptionist had pointed hitherto. Meeting the Gray-haired woman he gulped heavily to wet his throat, which went dry with the insurmountable crucifixion he just suffered. The doctor gave an understanding nod. "Scarlet Taylor is your wife....isn't it?"

She was the one who prescribed her every antibiotic she took in her life, and she held her hand after her mother's death. "Finally to see you here. I just recently wondered where you were and what you were doing. ” “ Hello, Debbie, ”Josephine greeted her casually. Debbie hugged her and then sat down on a moving chair. "I'm glad to see you." "My life has gotten a little complicated lately." I don't have many patients whose faces I see on the tabloids. I didn't know you were married. In fact, I had no idea you had a dau. ”

The nurse explained. “And to crown it all, I also heard that the pregnancy the wife is carrying now is not even his own! Hmmm, I pity him.” The nurse added. “This is serious!” They all said. “But wait first,” one of the nurses said after a while. “This whole situation is confusing! I thought Mr. Grey shun does not have any children of his own. Records have it that his wife is barren, and she has never conceived even once,” she explained. The rest laughed at her before one finally decided to respond.

For the next few days, he stuck to me like glue, as if I were the only person in his world and that Beverly had nothing to do with him. I started posting affectionate moments on social media, subtly staking my claim. I knew Xander saw these posts and always responded with a disdainful sneer. He thought I’d become the type of wife who clung to his love like a lifeline. Finally, Beverly couldn’t sit still. She showed up at the hospital. Xander angrily asked, “What are you doing here?” Beverly looked at him with teary eyes and said, “Mr. Gray, I’m here to apologize to your wife.”

"Me? I am the wife of the woman you are hiding. Please, tell Dr. Xyl, give me back my wife." "I don't know what you're talking about, mister. Don't make trouble here at the hospital. Leave before I call security," Grace said angrily. Denver looked at her in disbelief. He felt defeated, he felt soulless, he felt numb. "What do you mean you don't know? Please, it's my wife. Bring me back my wife," he begged the woman but she just stared at him. "I'm sorry, mister. But you can't find your wife from me, try to call the police, they can help you for sure." After she said that, Grace turned her back on Denver and acted as if nothing had happened.