The Divorced Doctor's Secret Billionaire Patient

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he looked up from the delicate lace on her sleeve, her heart a frantic bird against her ribs. Le

s of champagne. He was h

hin and brittle, escaped her li

omforter of their marital bed. The top sheet r

er heard before. "The joke was this wedding, Chloe. Th

in a painful rush. "Wha

snarled, his handsome face twisting into something ugly. "Did you really

raced, a blur of the bachelorette party, the drinks... then

ut you

ring a sheer silk robe, the kind a bride might wear for her husband. She wrapped her arms ar

e purred, her voice dripping with mock sy

ace with sickening clarity-the strange taste of the last dri

he word heavy with dawni

"I just gave you a little something to help you relax. And I made sure you had so

he had just closed. "She's right," he said, his tone flat. "You were just a means to an end. Your trust fund was convenient

lf in her chest. It wasn't just Leo. It was her own sister, th

be sick right there on the expensive rug. But then, a different kind of heat sp

nk. The crack of her palm against L

tunned, a red mark

ement. She didn't read it. She just ripped it in half, then in quart

y now, terrifyingly calm. "You'll get one

housand-dollar gown and let it pool at her feet like a discarded dream. She pulled on

se," Leo's voice t

thering to look at him. "This was never my house,"

d the two vipers in her wake. Their mocking laughter followed her down th

years

ening rhythm. Chloe gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white, as

me on his tablet, his brow furrowed in concentration. Miles was meticulously coloring in a superhero book, his t

night Isabelle framed her-let alone give birth to triplets. Despite t

oice piped up. "There's

gh the sweeping arc of the wipers.

ted. "It looks l

adlights cut through the deluge, illuminating a dark shape crumpled at the edge of the as

octor in her, the part she had suppress

er voice sharp. "Do not open the

back at her in the rearview mirr

e comprehensive first-aid kit from the passenger seat, and stepped

ve suit shredded and soaked in blood. She carefully rolled him over. His face was a mess of cuts and bruises, but even

tling sound. She pressed her fingers to

sions, a severe head wound... and what looked like two distinct gunshot

e still out there? What if they came back? She looked at her car, at the three precious f

m here to die. It violate

ces. Protect her children. Save a life. The

low groan, a sou

ar wa

ed to herself, a de

began to drag him. He was tall, heavy with muscle, and it was a grueling, desperate st

erculean effort, hauled him into the cargo area. She slammed th

s seat, her clothes soaked, her han

ay?" Mason asked

r. "I'm going to make him okay," she sa

't look back. She just drove into the stormy darkness, a dying man in her trunk and three si