The Doctor Who Left Love Behind Novels & Stories

But they say love begins with hate and fight, right? To him I am just a doctor who he kidnapped and now wants to get rid of. I will gladly make his wish come true. I was going to leave after a week from when he told me to, but when I saw them, I decided to leave at that exact moment. At night. •~•

The nurse wiped my tears and so I immediately continued my operation to remove the lump from her body. After a couple more hours I successfully removed it and Dr. Lisa stitched her skin. I leaned on the wall and inhaled deeply as I finally got her back safely. I never thought I would had her back because the reason why I stopped being a doctor was because of someone I loved died in my hands. “Dr. Miller.” Someone called me and I opened my eyes and immediately removed my coat and gloves then washed my hands. “Are you back in this field?” I shook my head. “No, I will never be on this field ever again.”

This is a continuation of the "Sex Doctor (His submissive)" BOOK 2----THE SEX DOCTOR (HIS SUBMISSIVE)18+ (Prologue) I was used by the person I loved so much, I was murdered by my ex boyfriend that I never wanted back, I was raped and humiliated by two men...whom never got punished for their crimes. Everything I wanted in life never came true and do you know why? Because I can never have everything in life but nobody says that I can't have my revenge on people who used me.

I take him to a small room away from the offices and lock the door. “We can't do this.” I told him unexpectedly while trying to look at the ground. “I can't do this to Liza, I…” He wiped away my tears. “I love her so much.” Dustin's eyes lit up a little in surprise. “I love her so much, and I know she would hate me if she knew what we were doing.” Now I'm trying to be the one to finish something that's barely been closed. I know it will hurt me to lose the doctor's body, but it would hurt me more to lose Liza. “So you're going to give up your pleasure for a girl who has cancer?” Dr. Mark asked, as I stared at him and nodded.

Her lover could’ve been her son’s friend. “I’ve been back for a while,” she said, shrugging. Then she motioned toward the hallway. “The doctor’s waiting. You know how he gets. That man ages backward.” I wrinkled my nose at her joke and gave her a short nod. Her face went serious as she bent back to her paperwork. “Alright. Have a good shift,” I said, remembering the gossip in the papers. A few weeks ago, she’d reportedly turned down a marriage proposal from that young lover and left town. No one had followed up on the story. Maybe their families had sorted it out quietly.

he began with solemnity, "might you elucidate your fervent interest in the affairs of this young lady? Convey her story to me and should it resonate, you shall have my cooperation—albeit with your assistance." "Very well," I concurred, believing he merited the veracity. Garnering his trust was paramount; indeed, the young doctor had endeared himself to me—a fact I could not repudiate. Thus began my narration. I recounted to him how she had sought me out solely to glean information about my brother. And after she had enamoured him, I'm not certain what transpired, but he relocated to another city, overindulged in drink, and suffered a grave accident which resulted in a coma for a year. In tha

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

I tempered my smile. “You buried that ‘home’ with your own hands. The day I left, was it Michael’s birthday? “You broke up with him on the surface, yet secretly sent him money, bought him expensive cars and watches, didn’t you?” I spoke bluntly, naming her deeds. Her face paled, guilt flashing in her eyes. She clutched her head in anguish. “I can’t let him go. But you must know, the person I truly love is you. Come back with me.”

"Of losing you." The confession surprised him. She continued. "I didn't leave because I stopped loving you." Her voice became softer. "I left because I thought staying would destroy both of us." Lorenzo looked away. For years, he had believed she abandoned him. That she chose to leave. That their love meant less to her than he thought. Now he was hearing something different. "Why didn't you ask me?" The question broke her heart. Because she had asked herself the same thing countless times. "I tried."

Chapter 16 Jasmine and I stayed on the couch for what felt like hours. She had kicked her feet up on the coffee table and was eating some plantain chips she brought from her apartment like this was just another regular girls’ night. But it was not. My heart was still heavy from everything I just told her. “Girl, you really left that man begging at the door?” Jasmine asked, shaking her head. “Ethan Black. The fine doctor everybody wants. And you packed your bags and walked out? I need to understand your mind right now.”