My Secret Patient Novels & Stories

On the very first day of our marriage, Jasper Clarke, a renowned gynecologist, laid down his terms. "My time can mean life or death for my patients. You can't afford to waste it. I may not be able to be there for you day to day, but I'll set aside half a day every month just for you. That's the most I can offer." I understood how demanding his job was, so I nodded and agreed. From then on, I ate alone, went to doctor's appointments alone, and spent my days in an empty house. I never once disturbed Jasper. That changed in my third month of pregnancy, when I began showing signs of a threatened miscarriage. For the first time, I booked a specialist appointment with Jasper. The moment I p

It didn't take long for Kaluna and Estefan to get the results of the post-mortem tests at the hospital. "This... can I open it now, Sir?" asked Kaluna hesitantly as she and Estefan were leaving the hospital. Her hand trembled as she grasped an envelope with the hospital logo. "Open it," Estefan told her, nodding his head. For a moment Kaluna hesitated, what if she turned out to be no longer pure because of her own school teacher?

She won’t survive like this. Nang matapos niya ang form ay nakapasok na ang kasunod na pasyente. Hindi naman kaagad nagtagal ito at umalis na rin. Pumasok ang sekretarya na dala-dala ang file niya at ilang sandali lang ay lumabas na ito. “Miss Monserrat, pumasok ka na.” Ang opisina ng doctor ay nakahiwalay mula sa receiving area. May saili itong kuwarto na moderno rin ang dating.

she exclaimed. The Doctor is at a loss for words. She cannot believe that courteous and considerate people still exist in these trying times where most people are in dire need of money. “Wait, Ma’am, so I am not imagining things? I am right that I saw you inside the room with the patient? I am not having false and unorganized memories?” The female doctor and the secretary both look at each other’s eyes. They looked terrified and pale.

She looked at the name on the tag and read it. JOHNNY JAMESON. HEAD SECRETARY. So he's the one that took Wanda's position. Selena thought to herself. "May I help you miss?" Selena was startled by his voice. She looked at him but he wasn't looking at her, he was still busy with whatever he was typing. His voice was deep and had a strong Mexican accent _ one thicker than Ricardo's accent. The atmosphere was suddenly tense and Selena had no idea as to why.

That was Anshuman’s voice. I gulped as I hid behind the sack of clothes and moved toward the private room. A few murmurs were heard, I suppose Neil and Krish were there with him, in all this! What I saw next did not allow me to breathe, I saw him, I saw my Ansh pointing a gun at someone. “You deserve to die,” I gasped.

Mimi said, and she stepped out of the house and she returned to her rented house, When the doctor that was taking care of Zack's mum visited her to check her health conditions, when he was done with the check-up, she explained to him, "Doctor, can you help me sort out one problem?" Zack's mum asked, "and would my secret be safe with you?" Zack's mum inquired, "All health secrets are safe with doctors in medical departments" the doctor replied, "Which means my secret is safe with you?" Zack's mum inquired, "Yes ma'am" the doctor replied,

I can't see what she's doing, but obviously, what's in my head was right. My heart instantly raced and ridiculously ached. This insane feeling hasn't faded and it's so frustrating. I almost crumpled the documents in my hands when I heard Rogue groaning. "Damn it! Leave now!" I gritted my teeth. Seriously? After enjoying himself? He's so fcking disgusting. They're freaking disgusting. The door swung open and I was shocked after I realized that the woman was his secretary. She gasped when she saw me. I saw tears glistened in her eyes.

With a plan. The safe was empty, of course. The files had been taken. But the desk held smaller secrets: drawers, compartments, hidden spaces that Mark assumed no one would ever explore. I examined the surface first, noting the way it was polished, the placement of objects, the subtle grooves that suggested drawers beyond the obvious. My hands brushed against a false panel, hidden beneath the surface. A click and it slid open, revealing several folders, manila envelopes, and a small, metallic case. My pulse quickened. Hidden truths. Pieces of a puzzle I hadn’t yet begun to see.

"I found it hidden in your small travel bag. I took it to my doctor in the city, and she told me it’s for patients who are fighting the last stage of cancer. Patients who are living on borrowed time." Vivian’s face went bone-white. She collapsed into the leather chair opposite my desk, her composure finally failing her. She didn't look like a mercenary anymore; she looked like a woman who was drowning. "You had no right," she whispered, her voice raw. "You invaded my privacy." "I found a lethal secret under my roof, Vivian," I countered, sitting down across from her. "If you are battling something this serious, I deserved to know. But more importantly, Skye deserves to know."