Scenario:Three years of marriage ended the day Christopher handed me the divorce agreement. His true love had returned, and I knew where I stood. I walked away gracefully, erasing every trace of myself from his life.
I rebuilt my life, reestablishing my career as a doctor, earning respect and admiration from people who valued me. I thought I’d buried the past—until Christopher showed up again.
His usually calm, dignified demeanor crumbled as he confronted me, his arms tightening around me.
“Isabella,” he demanded, his voice trembling with anger. “Whose child is it?”
I met his gaze, defiantly. “Whose child do you think it is?”
“Darling,” he said, his voice softening, “if you’ll let me, I want to be the father.”
Now, I have a choice to make.
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Three years of marriage ended the day Christopher handed me the divorce agreement. His true love had returned, and I knew where I stood. I walked away gracefully, erasing every trace of myself from his life.
I rebuilt my life, reestablishing my career as a doctor, earning respect and admiration from people who valued me. I thought I’d buried the past—until Christopher showed up again.
His usually calm, dignified demeanor crumbled as he confronted me, his arms tightening around me.
“Isabella,” he demanded, his voice trembling with anger. “Whose child is it?”
I met his gaze, defiantly. “Whose child do you think it is?”
“Darling,” he said, his voice softening, “if you’ll let me, I want to be the father.”
Now, I have a choice to make.
Isabella Blaine
doctor,exwife of Christopher,determined and resilient.
Christopher Lane
businessman,exhusband of Isabella,conflicted and possessive.
Natalia Lane
Christopher's true love and Isabella's rival.
It's been three years since my divorce from Christopher.
The divorce was a painful one, but I had to go through with it.
After all, he wasn't to blame for the fact that his true love had returned.
I had always known that Natalia Lane was the love of his life, but I never expected her to show up after we got married.
I tried to hold on to him, but it was no use.
He was too possessive and that made me want to get away from him even more.
In the end, I decided it was best to just leave and start over.
Divorcing him was the only way I could escape the misery of being compared to Natalia every single day.
After the divorce, I went back to school and studied medicine.
I worked hard, determined to make a name for myself in the field.
It wasn't easy, but I became a respected doctor in my hospital.
I sat in my office, staring at the ultrasound image in front of me.
Suddenly, I heard the door open and Christopher walked in.
He was pacing back and forth before me, looking worried.
I couldn't help but think back to the first time we met.
It was three years ago, when I had just started my residency.
He came into the hospital with a broken arm.
I was assigned to take care of him and fix his arm.
At that time, he was already a successful businessman, while I was still just a young doctor.
But he was different from other men I had met.
He pursued me relentlessly, even after I rejected him multiple times.
After a few days, he asked me out for coffee after my shift.
I agreed and we went on a date together.
At first, I thought it would be just a casual coffee date, but it turned into dinner and then another date the next day. He was charming and sweet, always making me laugh.
Slowly but surely, my defenses came down and I fell in love with him.
We got married six months later and everyone thought we were the perfect couple.
But now, he was standing in front of me, pacing back and forth like a caged lion.
His eyes were filled with worry and his brows were furrowed as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
He stopped pacing and knelt beside my chair, taking my hand in his.
"Let me prove myself again," he whispered urgently.
I stood up, pulling my hand from his grasp.
"I have to go," I said, walking out of the office.
He followed closely behind me, his eyes scanning the hospital corridors for anyone who might be watching us.
I led him to a private room in the back of the hospital where no one would be able to see us.
The scent of his cologne wafted up to my nose as he walked behind me, reminding me of all the nights we spent together.
We reached the door and I opened it, stepping inside and locking it behind him.
I turned to face him, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across his face through the blinds.
He stepped closer to me, his eyes burning with desire.
His fingers traced my jaw and I felt myself melting into his touch.
"I never stopped thinking about you," he whispered, his voice full of longing. Before I could respond, his lips found mine and all my defenses crumbled.
I pulled away, breathless, and looked into his eyes.
"Christopher, this can't happen," I said firmly, trying to steady my racing heart.
"But it already has," he replied softly, his gaze unwavering.