The Doctor Who Left Love Behind Novels & Stories

However, young love was as perfect and long-lasting as the stars. I walked over and tilted his head up so that I could stare into his eyes. "It's okay, Samuel. You still have me. I'm going to study medicine, and I'll cure you." His face flushed deeply. "Tell me. If I'm your doctor, will you accept treatment?" His eyes sparkled as he looked back into my eyes. "I will!" He was blushing hard as he wrapped his arms tight around me. "Hannah, only you can be my doctor."

The doctor said, staring at them sympathetically. “I understand this is personal but do know that I'll always be here to support you. If you need anything, please let me know. And if you're willing to consider this option, then we can discuss the details further. I'll be taking my leave now,”. The doctor's words hang heavily in the air even after he left. [ Present day]

She cried while holding onto Joanna as they left the venue. … After Jeremy sent Nadine to the hospital, the doctor gave her a thorough inspection. Of course, she didn't have a fracture, and nothing was wrong with her. But since she kept saying that it hurt, the doctor prescribed medicine for her and told her to stay in the hospital for one night. Once the doctor announced that nothing was wrong with Nadine, Jeremy's expression turned extremely gloomy. He looked as if he was about to fly into a rage. He quickly turned to leave. However, Nadine didn't notice the look on his face and grabbed him. She sobbed, "Jeremy, don't go!"

Deep down, I knew—if he truly loved me, he wouldn’t have done what he did. “Lyana, please… why not give him another chance?” I laughed softly, bitterly. “He cursed at me, dragged me out of the house in the middle of the rain, ripped me away from my children, and left me there—so tell me, Doctora. Is that love? Because if that’s how he loves, I don’t want it.” “But Lyana—”

The pressure from Silvia Romano, the constant tension within the pack, the near loss of my father, and my mother being away, unable to return in time… it all pressed down on me at once. I was exhausted. And perhaps a little too human. “I’m sorry,” I started, ready to take the question back, but her voice stopped me. “Yes.” The answer caught me off guard. I blinked, turning fully toward her. I had not expected her to respond at all. “I did love someone once,” Doctor B continued quietly. The angle of her face made it seem as though she was looking directly at me, though I could not be sure. “But it didn’t work out.”

TOMMY . . This was wrong. Completely wrong. The words echoed in my head. I pushed him back creating enough space between us. “You’re not my doctor anymore,” I hissed, yanking my hands out of his grip. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore.” I paused and lifted my chin. “Besides, I found another doctor” His eyes darkened, like his lover just told him he'd found another lover. For some twisted reason, I loved it.

He jumped to his feet, unsteady for a moment. Aster thought that he was going to confess to Carina and tell her about his feelings for her if he got to see her again. If he hadn't been sure of his feelings toward her in the past, at least, he could now tell her surely that he loved her. However, he never thought that Carina had been disappointed in him to this extent, that she didn't even want to see him anymore. "Good morning, Mr. Ducant. I'm Leo Chastain, the divorce attorney for your ex-wife, Ms. Carina Sherwood," Leo said, handing the file in his hand over to Aster.

My husband, Leo Cartman, liked to consult AI for any illness. When our daughter, Holly Cartman, caught a high fever, he refused to take her to the hospital or let her take medicine, arguing, "AI says that taking too much medicine will lead to immunity against medication. It's just a cold—she will live." It was only after I returned from my business trip that I saw that Holly didn't look right and promptly rushed her to the hospital, sparing her from the worst. Then, when I had appendicitis in the dead of night, I woke him to take me to the hospital, only for him to calmly reach for his phone and consult AI. "AI says that stomach pains might not be appendicitis—it could just be bad food.

But I didn’t respond, cause I didn’t know how to. The doctor gently guided me out of the room, closing the door behind me. And just like that… I was alone again, alone with everything he had just said. I leaned against the wall outside the room with my mind replaying everything again. The tumor. The money. The marriage. The choice. The—ohh gawd. I let out a shaky breath. He needed me, but not in the way I wanted. I felt… used, but I also felt… guilty.

At the wedding reception, every place card at the last table bore an online username instead of a real name. I turned to my husband and quietly asked who these people were. Before he could answer, a young woman at the table blinked at me and said playfully, "Hey, we're not strangers. I've been hiking with Zane for three years. Every time we go out, we sleep in the same tent." The others at the table burst out laughing. "Say it. Does Zane snore in his sleep?" I stood there frozen, wineglass in hand, utterly humiliated. To my surprise, Zane laughed along with them. "They're all my friends. I bought you tickets to Caldera Bay for our honeymoon, but I'm not going. I finally have some time