Falling For My Husband's Doctor
Long enough that her stomach knotted under the weight of it.
“You’re his wife?” His voice was calm, steady, but beneath it lay an edge she couldn’t name—authority, perhaps, or something colder.
“Yes,” she whispered, swallowing hard. “Eva. Eva Mitchell.”
“Mrs. Mitchell,” he said, repeating her name slowly, deliberately, as though committing it to memory. “I am Dr. Adrian Cole. Your husband is alive, but he’s critical. We’ll run full diagnostics. Until then—” his eyes locked on hers, unblinking “—stay strong.”