The Doctor Who Left Love Behind Novels & Stories

“You did nothing wrong, Serah. You loved purely, and he didn’t value that. But you are not alone. I’m here. I will never leave your side. I’ll help you heal, help you forget him. You’re too beautiful, too precious, to be broken by a man like Brian. He doesn’t deserve your tears.” Before I can reply, the door creaks open and the doctor enters, interrupting our heartfelt moment. I quickly wipe the tears from my face and turn to face him, hoping for some good news. I just want to leave this place. Lying here, doing nothing, only reminds me of the heartbreak I’m trying to escape.

However, even though his heart remained full of astonishment, Jimmy's mind was full of curiosity. He slowly turned to look at Liam, swallowed a gulp of saliva, and asked in a hoarse voice, "May I ask how exactly did you do it?" The renowned doctor in Hestia was unconsciously respectful when speaking to Liam. Liam answered, "It was nothing more than completely removing the toxins from his body." Liam did not pay attention to Jimmy's previous doubts. Or rather, he simply did not care.

"You are still in love with him, Camilla. It's hurting you to see him with another woman." My body trembled at the way he said the words, like one who was coaxing me to tell the truth. I cleared the lump in my throat. The doctor was right, even if I refused to admit it. I was madly in love with Ziah, and it was tearing me apart to see him with Vespa. "Here," the doctor said, handing me his card. "Call me anytime you need to talk to someone. And don't worry, I'll make sure your weekly checkups are done with precision and care. I'm sure you're stronger than you think."

he asked with a bit of uncertainty as though not sure of what I was arriving at. “Yes,I fuckin passed out for no reason" I explained. Realization came dawning in on him, as he looked away at her and back at my face. " Mr Liam, you have to leave,”the doctor said. " I need to attend to her. He nodded his head slowly, if he was genuinely feeling sorry I couldn't tell but he had a gloomy look on his face. I was still feeling that strange pressure. As soon as the last word left his lips and the door swung close at his demise, a wave of pure tension brushed my back.

“That’s different.” The implication does not need explanation. “So whatever I just witnessed,” he continues, nodding slightly toward the room behind us, “it needs to happen far away from her.” My jaw tightens, the muscle shifting as I hold back the immediate response that rises instinctively. Beside me, Betty presses her lips into a thin line. We both nod. The doctor gives a final look, then leaves, the door closing behind him with a quiet finality that leaves the two of us standing there in the aftermath of everything that has just unfolded.

"What's the point of clinging on, Jude? As a psychiatrist, you know I need to stay away from the source of my trauma, which means distancing myself from you. So, why won't you let me go?" Jude's eyes were bloodshot from overwhelming emotions. As a man who once obsessed over cleanliness, he had even forgotten to shave. He grabbed my wrist and refused to let go. "That's not it. I never meant to hurt you, and I-I just… Just don't leave me…" I shook him off. "We've been together for years, so let this be the last thing you do for me—let me go." With that, I packed up my bags and moved out.

Someone who thought no one would ever check again. He thought of Leona’s face when she asked for help. Her voice. Her eyes holding something heavy, something she had carried alone for too long. He sighed and rubbed a hand across his jaw. “She has no idea what she is walking into,” he said to the empty room. His phone buzzed. A message from one of his contacts: Contact: The doctor retired the same month the case ended. Left the country. No forwarding address. Might be hiding. Adrian sat back. That was not normal. Not even close. He typed back fast:

The doctor's heart was deeply touched. The man before him, a figure who could shake the foundations of the business world and had always looked untouchable, now revealed a hidden love. For the first time, the doctor was able to feel the love so humble yet so unbearably heavy inside of him. In the end, the doctor nodded heavily. "Alright, Mr. Shaw. I understand. I... I won't say anything." He reminded Richard one last time to start resting immediately and take his medicine on time, then left the office with the diagnostic report, his mood heavy.

Bond or not, she was worth protecting; Worth loving. My eyes met hers, and relief flooded me. There was too much for me to say and not enough time, not to mention, the damn beast we fell in love with is on a rampage because he’s not used to things being reversed like this. I’m always the one standing on the outside of a hospital bed or nursing his wounds when he takes things too far. He’s completely out of his element. “I’ll leave you three to discuss things,” the doctor made a hasty exit, leaving me staring into stormy eyes.

"Kyland." "I didn't know his name at the time. I just saw you kissing someone else, and I assumed " He shook his head. "I assumed you'd moved on completely. That whatever I'd broken, someone else had already started fixing. I told the driver to turn around. I didn't come back for three years after that, because I couldn't stand the thought of seeing you happy with someone who wasn't me, when I was the one who'd thrown away the chance to be that person myself."