Dr Shepherd Grey's Anatomy Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

"The surgical team is already prepping the private wing of the hospital. It is the absolute least you can do after everything my family has provided for you." Elara felt the very last, pathetic thread of her foolish love snap. The agonizing sound of it breaking echoed solely in her own mind, instantly withering her devotion into cold, grey ash. For three long, suffocating years, she had played the role of the quiet, obedient, and utterly unremarkable wife. She had willingly suppressed her staggering medical brilliance, buried her hidden wealth, and masked her identity as the legendary surgeon known to the global elite simply as Dr. S.

Camera flashes lit up the room as dozens of microphones were raised toward the podium. ​Liam stepped onto the platform, his expression completely composed. A reporter immediately shouted, "Doctor Oscar, is it true that your wife secretly destroyed Shank Global?" ​Liam looked directly into the lenses of the cameras. "My wife..." He paused deliberately before repeating firmly, "My wife... did not destroy anyone." ​The noisy room fell completely silent. ​"She spent years helping build that company. I know because I watched her work," Liam stated clearly. ​Another reporter quickly interrupted, "But sources claim—"

"Zayn, from today onwards, we're officially husband and wife in every way." As if noticing my momentary daze, the man looked up at me with reddened eyes. Confusion was written all over his face. I quickly lowered my head and adjusted the mask over the bridge of my nose to hide my expression. Then, I turned and pushed open the operating room doors. "We'll do everything we can for the patient," I said. However, the relationship between Willow and me had just come to an end. After an intensive round of emergency treatment, Willow's condition stabilized. The tense atmosphere in the operating room gradually relaxed.

"I'm Race Willard and this is my wife, Chrissie." "It's a pleasure," Dr. Gray replied, unruffled by Race's possessiveness. "I've heard about your situation." "You have?" Chrissie asked, unable to look away from the green in his eyes. She couldn't decide if they were more of an apple-green shade or pistachio...two of her favorite green hues. Dr. Gray chuckled warmly. "Yes, I don't think there's a doctor or nurse in this clinic that hasn't heard about Chrissie Willard by now. You've become quite a celebrity. Dr. Newell has everyone scrambling to diagnose you."

But to the outside world, I was still the dutiful wife who busied herself running the household and caring for his paralyzed mother. "I… Of course, I'm married. My husband is—" But before she could finish, she was cut off by Grayson, who had hurried over. The moment he saw the torn appointment notice, disbelief spread across his face.

I looked at him, the glass of my drink kept untouched as I have been engrossed in brainstorming. "Your beautiful wife hurt herself and turned her office upside down, it's unsual for an elegant and patient woman like Adeline to lose her temper like this." He said emptying his third glass. "Lucas fucking Greyson, he is blackmailing my wife with her mother's name. Mrs. Greyson had a cardiac arrest last week, she is on medication and the bastard is saying that he'd stop her treatment if Adeline won't comply to his wishes." I told him with bitterness.

“My wife!“ Daniel shouted at the reception desk, pounding his hand on the wood. “What's your wife's name?” a nurse asked him. “Deanna Crusher! She's pregnant!” The woman checked the forms she was carrying. “She's being treated by the doctors right now. We don't know anything yet. As soon as they come out, I'll let you know personally... I'm going to see her.” “Thank you...” Ethan fell into one of the waiting benches. His arm hurt, but he didn't say anything. Daniel's world had shattered into a million pieces, about to explode, about to fall apart. He sat down next to his son and hugged him again.

I will always love you and the baby inside of you…” I promise her. She turns to face me. “I love you too…” she hugs me. Someone clears their throat that’s when I remembered there were other people in the elevator with us. Dianna pulls away from me. “Sorry…” she apologizes. I smile at them. I wasn’t embarrassed but my bride sure was. It doesn’t take us long to get to the maternity ward. Dr Wade Daily is waiting for us. He was the doctor who delivered Grayson and lead Sarah through all her other pregnancies.