The Doctor Who Left Love Behind Novels & Stories

The doctor said. “She's not my wife”, he answered quietly. “And you are no longer my Doctor”, He said looking coldly at the doctor. “Now everybody leave or I'm going to send you all out and this time I swear on it I mean it”, he said, with narrowed eyes. The shock on our faces was obvious, Josh had just fired his Doctor right in front of everyone of us, Lydia was the first to hurry out, then her husband, then the doctor who before he left took a good look at Josh

Message From Author "When Love Heals" is the English translation of the Thai novella "Duang Jai Khong Ma Prot", which explores the theme of an uncle and his illegitimate niece. Introduction In this story, Parker Callahan, the hero, has long harbored feelings for Lydia Harris, the girl next door. After a painful breakup caused by her boyfriend's betrayal, Lydia returns home feeling heartbroken. Seizing the opportunity, Parker steps in to offer her comfort and care. His gentle and affectionate nature makes Lydia's heart flutter, especially since his warmth and charm stand in stark contrast to her previous experiences. How could she not be moved and find solace in his embrace? Join us as their

You’ll collapse if you continue like this.” I leaned back against the bed tiredly. Maybe because I was sick or exhausted, but suddenly all the strength inside me disappeared. The doctor hesitated before speaking again. “You and Mr. Percy…” His voice trailed off carefully. “…what happened?” I closed my eyes briefly. “We broke up.” The doctor looked surprised. “You don’t seem like people who stopped loving each other.” That sentence actually made more sense than I cared to admit. Partly because he was right. Love had never been the problem, trust was.

I stared at the moisture resting against my fingertip. "...Fuck." I almost laughed. Look at me. Crying. Not because she tried to kill me. Not because she escaped. Because she never loved me. I slowly turned my head toward the doctor. He immediately looked away, pretending not to have seen anything. "I loved her." My voice came out strangely calm. "I really loved her." The doctor said nothing. Smart man. "And she thinks..." I smiled. "...she thinks she can leave me." A quiet chuckle escaped me.

Eventually, my strength gave out, and I sank to the bottom. At that moment, I hated them. I hated how blind they were, dancing like puppets to Florence's every move. I also hated how cruel they were. One was my boyfriend, and the other had always claimed to be like a brother to me. Yet, they both stood by and watched me die. Most of all, I hated myself. I hated that it took three years of betrayal before I finally decided to leave. I hated that I had let it get to this point. God knew how heartbroken my parents would be when they found out.

It happened on the last shipment run I ever went on. My boyfriend and my best friend left me behind at the transfer station. I waited there for half an hour before they remembered they were one person short. Lawson called me, impatience all over his voice. "Why didn't you get in the truck?" "We're in a hurry for the celebration dinner tonight. We can't turn around." "Stop making a scene. Figure it out yourself." My mouth opened. No sound came out. Beth's voice carried through the line, clear and grating. "We're all adults here. Why does every little thing have to be handled for her?" "She has to grow up sometime." I listened to all of it and hung up without a word. The old me would have apol

But instead, a bitter realization tasted like ash in my mouth. Leaving meant admitting the truth I had spent years trying to bury: Loving Adrian Michael had been the most catastrophic mistake of my life. A small, jagged smile curved my lips. Not that he had ever noticed. Not that he had ever cared to look. I shook the thought away, standing up to stretch my stiff limbs. The quiet of the penthouse felt eerie tonight, like the calm before a storm. Adrian wasn't home yet, nothing unusual there. He was likely with Melissa Peterson, or perhaps surrounded by the hollow laughter of his wealthy circle at some exclusive club.

It was supposed to be our pre-wedding getaway. The five of us had gone to the beach together when my boyfriend's childhood friend, Wendy Riverson, suddenly removed her earrings and suggested we play Elite Society again. "Lowest bidder gets eliminated. No motorboat for them—they have to swim to the island." One person bid 3000. Another offered 20000. Then my boyfriend, George Foster, casually put down 5 million. "Spend it however you want," he told her indulgently. "I've got plenty more." The other two immediately started cheering. "Nice, George! Wendy's dying to marry you, I think!" Once again, I was eliminated, for I only put in 50. When George noticed my expression, he frowned. "It's j

He started walking towards me while Rose and a young woman with a white skirt followed him. "Whoever you are, please leave. You're making the patient emotional. It's not healthy," the doctor told my stepfather. He nodded and glanced at me. "Please think about it," he said and left the room. The doctor looked at me and introduced himself. "I'm Dr. Jonas. How are you feeling, Jessica?" "I'm fine, but my chest hurts." My face puckered in discomfort. "That's because the effect of the painkillers is starting to wear off. Right now I'll give you the medication directly into your IV but tomorrow we are going to inject it directly into your body as your condition is stable now."

I frowned as he averted his eyes. "Doctor Vina." Tita uttered. I stood up when the doctor approached. Even Arnaiz and I approached us to find out if the doctor had anything to say. She forced a smile. He looks kind but I don't know why there is something inside me that is not comfortable when I see him. Is there any wrong with her? Or maybe I have a problem with it? "I'm just here to check your vital signs. But you don't have to worry because just after a few days, he can be discharged."