The Doctor's Wife Series Novels & Stories

the doctor repeats sharply, “ I need to work.” Nobody argues again. One by one, everyone leaves. I start to move too, then the doctor suddenly points at me. “ You.” I freeze. “Me?” “You are the wife, right?” I nod. “ Yes.” “ Stay.” The others glance at me, then slowly exit the room. The door closes behind them. Suddenly, it’s just me, the doctor, and Tristan. The doctor begins cutting through Tristan’s bloody shirt. I immediately look away, then I force myself to look again—I owe him that much.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

Running almost. Sienna stumbled after them. Legs weak. Shaking. Following. Refusing to let go. Through automatic doors. Down corridor. Fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Antiseptic smell burning her nose. A doctor stopped her. Hand on her shoulder. Firm but gentle. "Miss, you can't go further. Family only beyond this point." "I'm his wife!" She shouted. Desperate. Lying. Not caring. "I'm his wife!" The doctor studied her. Blood covered. Shaking. Eyes wild.

The women were trying in vain to keep us apart but I was too angry to stop. "This is a hospital! Enough! The doctor's voice made us stop. But this wasn't over! I ran up to the doctor. "How's my wife? The physician gave me a strange look. "You're claiming to be her husband as well?" As well? What did that mean? The doctor indicated Edgar. "He told me he was Sienna's husband. What's going on? "I am Sienna's husband," I yelled furiously. Only heaven knows what I might do to Edgar in this instant.

the doctor remarked with a smile. She immediately stood to show him respect. Her mood seemed better when seeing Sawyer in front of her. “Oh, you do not have to do that. How is my wife?” he asked as he sat down, and I noticed the shine in the young doctor’s eyes. “Oh, you are the father. When did you get married? I thought there would be a large ceremony for someone like you,” the doctor wondered, her voice shifting as she tried to appear sweet and attractive. That happened often. Whoever he met, women would instantly attempt to pull his attention.

Like his actual wife was not lying three feet away, choking on her own blood. "Please," the doctor tried again. His voice was desperate now. "Your wife will not make it. Do you understand what I am telling you?" "Then do your best with what you have," Eric said coldly. The doctor stared at him for a long moment, his face twisted with disgust and disbelief. Then he turned away and started barking orders at the nurses. His hands were shaking. Nyla's whole body had gone numb. Not from the pain anymore. From something much worse. She watched Eric stroke Lisa's hair, watched him whisper something in her ear that made Lisa nod and sigh. They looked like lovers. They looked like a couple who had be

We sat like that, the four of us in that too-small waiting room, waiting for news about the boy we all loved in different ways. The door finally opened. A doctor in blue scrubs stepped out, the kind with the tired eyes and the quiet way of moving that means they’ve already seen too much today. He looked straight at me first. I stood up fast, legs shaky, heart hammering so loud I could hear it in my ears. The others stood up too. Nicholas right beside me. Spencer a few steps back with Valeria half-hidden behind him. The waiting room felt even smaller now, like the walls had moved in while we were sitting there.

Before he could leave, the doctor, whom I had almost forgotten was in the room, spoke up. “Is that all?” I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Is what all?” The doctor clenched his fists, as if trying to hold back his irritation. “Won’t you at least ask about her?” Her? He took a step closer, his gaze sharp. “Don’t you want to know about your wife?” I froze. My… what? I met his stare, my voice flat. “Do I look like I have a wife to you?” They all looked at me like I had grown another head.

The women were fruitlessly trying to stop us from fighting but I was too angry to stop. “This is a hospital!Stop fighting!” The doctor’s voice made us break apart from each other. But this wasn’t over! I hurried up to the doctor. “How’s my wife?” The female doctor frowned at me. “You are also her husband?” Also? What does she mean by that? The doctor pointed at Edgar. “You said you were Tessa’s Husband.What’s going on?” What?! “I am Tessa’s Husband.”I thundered. Lord knows what I might do to Edgar this instant.

I shoved her away and said coldly, "I'm serious. I'm not joking. You can play the saint if you like, but the divorce is final. The sooner we sign, the sooner it's done." A middle-aged woman couldn't hold back anymore and said, "This doctor has no professional ethics. How did someone like him even become a doctor? He must have pulled some strings." A pregnant woman stomped her foot in frustration. "Exactly! He's watching someone die and doing nothing! Where's the justice in that?" An elderly lady chimed in, "A man like this isn't worthy of a doctor's wife. She should leave him before it's too late." At that moment, the drowning man's face turned progressively paler.