Dr Shepherd Grey's Anatomy Wife Novels & Stories

The moment that we already sat down on the table, my friends look at me. “I have something to tell to the three of you.” They listened from what I have muttered towards them. “We are listening, Sofia, and don't worry because as your new friends, we won't judge you nor leaving you.” Zehra uttered that makes me to bite my bottom lips. I let out a deep sigh before started talking to them. “Drake Grey is my husband. I'm his Luna.” My friends were shock because of what I admit to them. I know that they never expected to hear it.

Now, as the nurses prepped me, shaving my lower abdomen with clinical efficiency, taping electrodes to my chest, and starting a second IV line, he didn’t move. His hand stayed locked around mine, thumb brushing slow circles over my knuckles like he was trying to memorise the feeling. “Mr Ashworth, you’ll need to move back once we transfer her to the OR,” one nurse said gently. “Not until she’s under,” Ethan replied. No room for argument. I squeezed his hand harder. “You don’t have to watch this.” “I want to,” he said. His eyes were red-rimmed, but dry. He looked like a man holding himself together with duct tape and willpower. “I’m not leaving you, Lyara.”

"Today, I also have something to tell you, Mrs. Bishop. I want you to know that I won't leave Chloe. I love her. She's the only woman I've ever felt this way about in my entire life." Xavier Grayson continued, "I want to wake up every morning for the rest of my life and see her face. I want people to think of me whenever they mention her—to say that Chloe Bishop is Xavier Grayson's wife."

She carried a folder, which she handed to Jake before addressing the room. “Good morning, everyone,” she began, her voice steady. “I’m Dr. Emma Johnson, Ethan’s wife and personal physician.” Whispers erupted among the shareholders. “As Ethan’s doctor, I can assure you that his condition is improving. We’ve made significant progress in his rehabilitation, and he’s expected to recover fully.” Ethan glanced at her, surprise flickering in his eyes. Emma met his gaze briefly, a silent reassurance passing between them. Mrs. Carter frowned. “Forgive me, Dr. Johnson, but how can we be sure of your claims? After all, you’re his wife.”

"Mr. Gray, the Walton family—a well-known medical dynasty—has sent an invitation. Their youngest son, Jack, is getting engaged to Dr. Parker tomorrow. I did some digging, and it turned out Chief Bronson's people were the ones who arranged the match. Also, Isaac found out Dr. Parker and Chief Bronson go way back. "They've been in touch for about six years, and since then, her career has taken off smoothly. She's now a renowned cardiothoracic surgeon in Everport with her own private clinic and a fully-funded research lab." James had orchestrated Gwen's fame, wealth, and even her marriage. Lucas anxiously thought of Cindy, as Evan had arranged things for her in almost the same way back then. "H

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

I'm used to be neglected in this house though I'm his wife. I'm Tyra Louise Skyler-Grey, the wife of the known billionaire in town named Karl Matthew Grey. Our marriage wasn't like in the romantic movies where the girl and boy love each other and they decided to be with each other until the rest of their lives. My life isn't romantic at all. I often describe it as a tragedy. Matthew and I didn't know each other. I just know him when my father introduce me to him as his bride to be. Even I was to shock to know that I was getting married that time. I literally have no idea what's going on.

I whispered. A pause. “Rachel? Is everything alright?” My throat tightened. “Not Rachel,” I said softly. “She’s gone. I need to tell you something, something that will sound insane.” He said nothing. I could hear him breathing, waiting. I closed my eyes and began. “I’m not the woman you think I am. My name is Sheila Drake.” I could almost feel the disbelief radiating through the line. “Drake? As in Adrian Drake?” “Yes. His wife. Or rather, the woman who was once his wife.”

My vision was starting to fail and at this speed, I was sure I wouldn't even last a full month. On the third day or so, they all entered but didn't lay a hand on me. Instead, they turned on a small TV in the interrogation room. "In a shocking turn of events," the news anchor said, "the wife of the city’s favorite doctor, Xavier Graves, has been revealed as a master manipulator. Sources say Avina Graves suffered from deep-seated anxiety and an obsession with controlling her husband’s wealth."

"You just had an abortion. You need to rest up and get strong for your surgery." He took my phone and left, locking the door behind him. Outside, he played the doting husband. "My wife just had a miscarriage. She's been upset, saying crazy things and even getting violent. I'm worried about her safety, so I've locked her in her ward. Please don't let her out." The other patients outside showered him with praise and looked down on me. "Don't worry, Dr. Gray. We won't let her out. She's been so selfish. You've been nothing but kind to her, and she just causes trouble."