All Chapters of Is Mr. CEO Our Daddy? Ex-Husband Returns As My Patient: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Alex snapped his fingers "Two weeks ago, on Friday, you sent me a text about staying over at a friend's place, didn't you?!" he asked as she had an oblivious look plastered on her face."Me? Sent you a text?" Raising a brow, she questioned, not recalling ever sending him a text after their one year of marriage. Sophia had given him space, trying hard to make sure he never gets angry at her actions. She had always walked on eggshells around him, hoping it would make him at least notice her. She had hopes, high hopes."Oh fuck!" he shouted with a furious seep of air "You aren't just a cheat, you are also a liar and a fucking whore!" he roared "And I don't care, sign those papers before I return tomorrow, cause there's no one, nobody— not even grandfather would be able to stop this divorce from happening!" Of all the words he had just said, none of them hurt her as much as hearing him calling her a whore did "Alex..." Sophia whispered, she closed her eyes as tears threatened to fall. Ho

As the first rays of dawn pierced through the curtains, Alex found himself gripped by an inexplicable restlessness. Thoughts of Sophia consumed his mind, leaving him no choice but to act on his mounting anxiety. It was still dark outside when he threw a jacket and stormed out, determined to confront her before she could disappear from his life. Driving swiftly through the empty streets, his knuckles white against the steering wheel, with clenched jaws, he frustratingly punched the wheel, and brushed his hand through his hair, he replayed the events of the previous day, struggling to make sense of it all. What have I done? Pulling up to the grand mansion, his heart pounding with a mix of dread and anticipation, he stepped down from the car, his eyes darted around the surrounding for a brief moment, he ruffled his hair in both frustration and confusion as his mind was in chaos. He agrees he has never been the best husband over the year, but how could she break his trust and betray h

The morning sun painted the sky with hues of golden rays, casting a serene glow over the bustling city of Kentucky, a heavily pregnant young lady stepped out of the grocery shop, her blonde hair blended in with the bright rays of the sun, the gentle breeze played with her hair, and the air carried the sweet scent of fresh blooming flowers outside the nearby stall. A gentle smile grazed Sophia's lips as she felt a slight kick in her abdomen, at the same time, her face pulled into a frown as she felt a sharp pain in her lower back, she released a sharp breath and sat on the bench placed outside the grocery shop. She recently found out she was going to have twins, and as her due date came closer, she had been receiving strong kicks from her babies, still unsure of what gender they were. It's been eight months already, Sophia sighed. She's already Eight months pregnant. Eight months since she left Evermore. Eight months fr

"No. He wouldn't be there," Sophia finally answered. "It's not a problem, Mommy. Just having you here means everything to me. I'm sure Adeline feels the same way. Besides, it's time we stop dwelling on him," he said, his gaze shifting to his sister. His serious expression added years to his young face, causing a pang of sorrow in Sophia's heart. "I read a quote in a book I came across on your table a while back," Aiden said with a smile. "It said, 'People make time for what they value,' so maybe he's just too busy to spend time with us. Or check up on us."Sophia's heart sank at his words. She couldn't help but wonder how quickly her children were growing up. This wasn't how a five-year-old should be. They were supposed to be lively, full of life, and surrounded by the abundant love of both parents. Aiden seemed to be handling it better than his sister, but she knew that those who tried to hide their pain behind a facade of strength were often the ones hurting the most.

"Sophia, this had better be a damned one-off, or your future here is toast! And I'll personally ensure you pay dearly for it!" "If there's one thing a doctor should never do," Dr. Sarah began, her tone sharp as a scalpel, "it's to walk into an operating room or commence a procedure with a heart full of conflicting emotions! With the accolades you've received in this hospital, I'm certain you need no reminder of this fundamental rule. Yet, you faltered the moment you stepped inside!" It was 10 AM the next morning, and Sophia found herself seated in Dr. Sarah Mitchell's office, the assistant to the Chief of Surgical Service Director. Dr. Mitchell, a young woman with honey-blonde hair, exuded an air of disapproval that hung heavily in the room. Her demeanor toward Sophia was far from friendly, as her interactions were marked by a noticeable coldness and rudeness, making the atmosphere tense and uncomfortable. Sophia wasn't supposed to be here. She was meant to be with