My Ex Is the Gynecologist
He was the doctor, and I was just a patient waiting for my fate to be decided.
Forget about gracing him with a visit. His schedule was completely booked, and I couldn't even snag a single slot myself.
Ultimately, my mom had to fork out double the usual price and go through all kinds of trouble just to get an appointment from a scalper.
Just moments ago, I overheard a group of young women leaving the clinic, whispering excitedly about how handsome the doctor was.
According to them, the social media hype wasn't an exaggeration. They didn't even need a prescription; just seeing him in person was enough. He was devastatingly handsome, the kind of face that made them feel like they could live dec