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Grey wanted to see her. I froze for a moment, and the same look of horror in my face reflected in Leila's expression. "Red, tell me. Your new boyfriend's name is Sean Grey, right? Why would he have a say in that woman's prenatal care? Is she a relative?" "What?!" Dr. Mimi butted in, confused and surprised.

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.

"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

Will turned off flight mode on his phone, his left hand resting on the steering wheel. Almost immediately, a call came through, and he answered quickly. “Hello, am I speaking with Mr. Williams?” a man’s voice asked. “Yes, this is he. Who am I speaking with?” Will replied. “I’m Dr. Grayson from Mercy General Hospital, calling about your wife, Mrs. Mia.” Will’s heart tightened. “Is she okay?” His voice trembled with worry.

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

The surgeon explained everything to Cayne and everyone who listened. “It’s a she?” Cayne asked lowly and a smile slowly made its way to his lips. They had a daughter, she must be as beautiful as her mother. The surgeon nodded confirming his question. “If there’s anything else we can help with, we will be around.” The surgeon excused himself and left them to take in the information. “We have a granddaughter,” Mariah whispered to her husband happily that she couldn’t hold back her tears. The husband and wife hugged each other in happiness. Cayne was in his own world being happy by himself. He had a daughter now with her, he couldn’t be happier with it.

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.

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."