After my husband favored the female doctor,I am divorcedChapter 1
After seven years of marriage, Zayn adored me like his life itself. Everyone said I was the girl who went from nothing to everything.
But what they didn’t know was that every day, I had to watch him play out his little love affairs right in front of me. He even fell in love with our family doctor and allowed her to use me as a practice subject.
Day after day, I was forced to take endless herbal medicines; needle marks covered my body and the bruises never faded.
When I got the call saying my younger sister was in critical condition, the doctor stopped me from leaving, saying she needed me for the final step of her experiment.
Almost begging, I said, “My sister has a heart condition. Please let me go see her.”
Natalie didn’t even blink. “I’m the doctor here and I say your sister’s faking it.”
In my panic, I turned to Zayn for help. But he only said coldly, “Natalie is a professional. She wouldn’t lie. Stop making things up to get sympathy.”
With my heart completely shattered, I chose to let go.
But then — he fell to his knees, eyes red, begging me to come back.
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When I got the news that my sister’s heart disease had come back, I was tied to an operating table by Natalie.
Crying, I begged her, “Natalie, please, I’m begging you! Let me go to the hospital—my sister’s having a heart attack!”
Wearing her white coat, Natalie calmly mixed her medicine as if she didn’t hear me at all.
I struggled hard, but the bodyguards she ordered held me down tightly.
“Natalie, you’re a doctor—you know a heart attack can kill someone! I’m begging you, please let me go. When my sister gets better, I’ll come back and be your test subject!”
Natalie turned to look at me, her eyes full of disdain. “Aren’t you already my test subject?”
She sneered, “Besides, your sister’s life is worthless. Even if she dies, what does that have to do with me? If you dare not cooperate, I’ll have Zayn stop paying for her medical bills. Then she’ll die anyway—if not now, soon enough.”
I froze completely, my struggles stopping without me realizing it.
Tears blurred my vision.
Just then, Zayn pushed the door open and walked in.
A faint spark of hope lit up in my eyes. “Zayn, my sister’s heart disease came back, she—”