The Surgeon's Rejected Girlfriend Novels & Stories

the other employee questioned, "How can he still love a woman like her?" The first employee sighed, her voice laced with envy and a tinge of longing. "I guess she's one of the lucky few," she responded wistfully. "I don't know why she rejected him the first time. If I had a man like Mr. Aniston in bed every morning when I woke up, I would be endlessly happy. I mean, he has the money and the looks." "Is that a hickey on her neck-" "She's so shameless that it's kind of badass, walking in here with hickeys and bruised lips, knowing what everyone already knows what they mean."

“Yeah right- I forgot, I haven’t proposed to her yet. The next course of action would be to make her my girlfriend, get her to fall in love with me real deep, propose to her and then dump her at the altar with a baby inside of her. I balled my fist as I fought back the urge to laugh. What am I thinking? Would I leave her at the Altar with my child? That’s cringed me out. I shook the thought off my head. “Get to work.” I huffed, knocking the cocky look off my face. She got up and went to her seat. “Thanks, for arranging this.” I nodded. “It’s nothing.” I want to make sure you never get out of my sight, the closer you are, the better for me. I’d taunt you better. “Why- why were you pissed a wh

It took me three years to thaw the frozen heart of Theo, the Mafia's top surgeon, just to marry him. To be his wife, I shut down my documentary studio and locked my Best Director trophy from the independent film festival inside a drawer. I was willing to put away my camera and stay in the shadows as the woman behind the Family's chief surgeon. After he said having a kid in this business was a death sentence, I went to a clinic the very next day and got an IUD. Everyone in our circle was absolutely certain that we would be the perfect power couple. But today, on our fifth wedding anniversary, I decided to get a divorce. My lawyer was my best friend, Jade. She twirled her pen befor

"Losers have no right to speak to me." Larissa cast a disdainful look at the lead surgeon, not attempting to hide her contempt. She felt there was no reason to show respect to a mediocre doctor who jeopardized lives. The lead surgeon briefly faltered before stating, "This is my patient…" Unaware of Larissa's intentions, he was guided by an instinctual fear to prevent her from doing whatever she was about to do. Larissa sneered and retorted, "The patient is yours, but the corpse isn't! I am fulfilling the patient's final wish. It's none of your business!" She ignored him after finishing her words.

If it goes well, everyone is happy, but if it goes wrong, they may carry endless shadows and guilt. But only this Frost, Doc. Frost can confidently guarantee the success of the surgery for the whole hospital. Today was even more so because not only was the chief surgeon Frost, but the assistant standing opposite him was also the outstanding resident doctor Jasmine. Since the day she was rebuffed by Doc. Frost's house, Jasmine went home and cried, writing a resignation report while crying. She wrote 5,000 words, which ultimately turned into a love letter. If a sentence could be distilled, it would be: Frost, I love you!

As an ex-girlfriend, she was asking her former boyfriend if he needed her help to reach out to his current girlfriend! “No, thanks," Levy replied calmly again. “Alright," Flossie acknowledged. “I don't have a girlfriend at the moment." Flossie was at a loss for words at his sudden revelation. She knew she shouldn't, but after hearing that, she felt a surge of life in her withered heart. Yet she reined in her emotions with rationality. The nurse wheeled Levy into the operating room. He looked handsome and charming. Unable to resist, the nurse remarked, "Sir, wasn't that your girlfriend just now? I thought she was your girlfriend."

The paper crinkled in my grip as my hand clenched. “Your girlfriend must’ve been scared,” the doctor interjected, shattering the silence with his oblivious chatter. He was hopelessly misreading the room, like an idiot with a death wish. “The shock… sometimes people do things when they’re under extreme duress. But she seemed… determined to see you safe.” I looked my eyes to him, not in the mood for small talk. “Wife.” He blinked, thrown off his script. “Pardon?” I squeezed the paper tighter, and then looked him dead in the eye. “She is not my fucking girlfriend.”

He gritted his teeth. "Elena, just because you went for surgery… You forgot I'm your mate." Elena and I burst out laughing. Like full-blown comedy show. Like clowns. . "Mate? Did you perhaps forget that you rejected me and I accepted?" I crossed my arms. "Isn't that why you went for surgery?" he taunted. "Surgery??" I spun around so everyone could see me. "You call this surgery, bitchhh? This is HARD earned. Now shoo — go fuck yourself."

"I'm about to go into surgery. Could you come and see me one last time? What if I die during the operation…" Then, I heard the doctor and nurses trying to comfort him, saying that it was just a minor procedure and that he wouldn't die. I did not say anything. I just stayed silent. After a while, Dr. Wilson came back on the phone and told me that they needed a family member to sign off and consent to the surgery. I refused firmly again. "First of all, I'm not his family. His surgery has nothing to do with me. Also, he has a girlfriend. You can ask her to sign."

"From my pack." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your pack?" he repeated. "You mean there are more of you?" I nodded. "Yes. I was...I was their mate. But they rejected me." Lucas frowned. "Rejected you?" he said, his voice softening. "What do you mean?" I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "They...they didn't want me. I wasn't good enough for them." Lucas didn't say anything for a long moment, but I could feel his eyes on me. "I'm sorry," he said finally. "That must have been hard."