Novel & Cerita The Doctor's Wife Series

Who is this woman in his life? "Oh, hi!" Doctor Vina waved at me. Now I know why he is familiar to me. He is the medical student I saw with Raxon seven years ago. I can't be wrong. I noticed how Raxon removed the doctor's hand when my gaze moved over there. "Aren't you the woman who visited Mrs. Hudson? I guess, you're his son's girlfriend. Am I wrong?" Raxon's jaw clenched. I swallowed hard but his set of deep black eyes didn't leave mine. I caught a glimpse of Arci as he grabbed my arm. He was also looking at the two people in front of us.

**The Doctor’s Beautiful Wife** The dining room was breathtaking, a picture of perfection. The elegant chandelier cast a soft, warm glow over the room, and the table was set meticulously with fine china, polished silverware, and crystal glasses. Candles flickered gently in their holders, their flames small and steady, barely moving in the stillness of the house. The room, with all its grandeur, seemed hollow—beautiful, but cold.

The man who was standing next to the window heard her soft voice and became alarmed. He walked towards her quickly and stopped her from getting up. "You're in the hospital, Miss. You were brought here by a gentleman. He claimed that he witnessed you passing out on the road, he also paid your hospital bills before leaving.” The doctor responded. "A driver saw me on the road?" Naomi repeated. A bitter smirk crossed Naomi's face. Allen really was so wicked to her even until this time. He didn't even want anyone to know that she's his wife. "Are you okay? Do you need help?" The doctor stated once again. As Naomi finally looked up, she found herself staring into the eyes of the doctor.

He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.

"Mr. Center, what do you want to say about the fact that your wife killed a patient by pretending to be a fake doctor?" "Mr. Center, why did your wife come to treat poor people by pretending to be a fake doctor?" "Mr. Center, we know your wife did not graduate from any medical school. She is not a medical student, so how did she become a doctor?" "Even though she is the wife of a rich man like you, why does she continue to see patients by pretending to be a fake doctor for money?" "Were you aware of this or was your wife hiding this from you?"

Maybe… maybe I would heal. Maybe I would stop feeling like I died, went to hell, and came back. “The MRI results are out. I am afraid she has to st-,” “Get to the damn point, doc. What the hell is wrong with my wife? Why is she not waking up?” I said in a low tired voice, but the rasp in it was enough to cut through steel. The doctor swallowed, then fixed the rims of his glasses on the bridge of his nose before looking at the of in his hands.

A car waiting in the darkness just outside the hospital starts. “Follow that car” Larry says to the driver and they drive following the doctor who has no idea at all. The doctor drives for half an our and comes to his home, he looks so wasted as he gets out of the car, his wife never cared at all, she had become tired of him and has been pushing for a divorce for the last six months since things were not going the way they planned. He gets in the house and finds her watching TV with her dog. “Atleast lock the door Thomas, its cold outside” she shouts at him but he ignores her.

“That’s how I want my wife unable to move or breathe without feeling me. Soon you will carry my child, children even. He grows frantic then thrusting hard and fast my body jolts with whiplash. Then I feel it. the sickening feeling sinks over me like tar as he cries out stalling as he comes inside me. No. Despite everything I thought he would at least save me this. That he would wear protection. But of course why would he? He doesn’t care for me to even want him like this, why would he wear protection. “Jake is my husband,” I utter hoping to remind him of that fact. His good mood crashes down before he slowly slips out of me. finally. “Not anymore since you divorced him. You signed the marria

Over the next few days, Corey didn't sit still for a moment. He began dropping suggestive, ambiguous remarks in his videos. "Even though Dr. Shelby is married, it feels like she's not happy. "When she made her rounds today, the way she looked at me… was I imagining things? "That freeloader husband showed up again. I feel so bad for her." Gradually, a group of clueless netizens started shipping them as a couple. The comment section turned on me, calling me a useless husband, unworthy of a brilliant doctor like Sandra.

We can still be a happy family—" "Who told you I can't have kids?" I cut in, cold. I watched her blank stare and almost laughed. "You saw the test results," I said. "There was nothing wrong with me." "Then how—" "How did nothing happen for two years?" I cut her off. "Because of your condition. The doctor said you needed time to recover, or pregnancy would wreck you. You remember the meds, right?" Talia panicked, gripping the table, shaking her head. "That's impossible. If it wasn't you, then later why did you—"