All Chapters of THE DOCTOR'S BEAUTIFUL WIFE.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

**The Doctor’s Beautiful Wife**The dining room was breathtaking, a picture of perfection. The elegant chandelier cast a soft, warm glow over the room, and the table was set meticulously with fine china, polished silverware, and crystal glasses. Candles flickered gently in their holders, their flames small and steady, barely moving in the stillness of the house. The room, with all its grandeur, seemed hollow—beautiful, but cold.Isabelle Collins sat at the head of the table, her fingers lightly drumming against the polished wood. Her dark hair was pulled back into an elegant updo, and her dress, a deep shade of emerald, shimmered under the light. Her beauty, though undeniable, seemed weighed down by an invisible burden. She glanced at the clock above the fireplace. Seven-thirty. He was late again.She sighed softly, her breath barely audible in the large, empty room. For a moment, she considered calling him, but what would be the point? He always had an excuse—a valid one, of course.

**Entangled Hearts**The early afternoon sun streamed through the large windows of Isabelle’s favorite café, casting a soft, golden glow over the place. The gentle clinking of coffee cups and the low hum of conversation filled the room. Isabelle sat near the window, absently stirring her cappuccino, her thoughts far away. Ever since the meeting with Detective Harris, her mind had been in turmoil, the accusations against Andrew swirling in her head.Could Andrew really be involved in something so dark? The man she had married was a brilliant, compassionate doctor—he couldn’t possibly be part of an illegal organ trafficking ring. Yet the doubt gnawed at her, especially after the cryptic text she had received from an unknown number. Isabelle felt as if her world was slowly unraveling, and she didn’t know where to turn.As she sat lost in thought, the bell above the café door chimed. Isabelle barely noticed, too absorbed in her worries, until a figure approached her table.“Isabelle?” a d

**Secrets Beneath the Surface**The gentle hum of the air conditioning filled the spacious hospital office as Andrew adjusted his tie, glancing at the stack of patient files on his desk. The pressure of his workload weighed heavily on him, yet his dedication to saving lives overshadowed everything else. He barely noticed how much time he spent away from Isabelle or how their conversations had dwindled to mundane exchanges about bills, schedules, and superficial pleasantries.Andrew sighed, leaning back in his chair. His phone buzzed with a notification—a quick reminder from Isabelle about picking up groceries. He typed a hasty reply, promising to take care of it, and returned to his work, oblivious to the emotional chasm widening between them.Meanwhile, Isabelle stood before her bedroom mirror, smoothing the fabric of her dress. Her reflection revealed more than just her outward appearance; it reflected a woman caught between duty and desire. She knew what she was doing was wrong, bu