Все главы THE DOCTOR'S BEAUTIFUL WIFE.: Глава 91 - Глава 100

** Vanessa’s Next Move**Vanessa sat in her sleek penthouse office, her fingers drumming on the polished desk. She stared at the photograph in front of her—a candid shot of Michael and Clara from their balcony dinner the night before.“They think they’ve won,” she murmured to herself, a sinister smile spreading across her lips.Her assistant entered, carrying a folder and a sense of unease. “Ms. Reeves, the investigator found something.”Vanessa’s eyes narrowed as she grabbed the folder and flipped it open. Inside were documents detailing Clara’s past—old secrets she thought had been buried forever.Vanessa smirked. “This will destroy her.”She tapped a finger on the desk, formulating her plan. “Release it to the press but make it anonymous. Let her try to explain this to Michael. The doubt will tear them apart The next day, Clara and Michael woke to chaos. The media frenzy was immediate and ruthless, with headlines splashed across every outlet: “Clara Daniels’ Hidden Scandal Exposed

**The Tide Turns**The oppressive tension in Clara’s home had reached its boiling point. The walls that once radiated warmth now felt like cold barriers closing in. Vanessa’s influence was spreading, and Michael’s absence only deepened the shadows looming over Clara’s every move. But tonight, Clara wasn’t going to sit back and wait for another attack—she was ready to fight back.Peter laid out the file he’d risked his life to recover, spreading its pages across the dining table. Clara scanned the documents, her eyes narrowing as she began to understand Vanessa’s meticulous network. Offshore accounts, blackmail victims, and even photos of corrupt officials who had helped her frame Michael—all the evidence they needed to dismantle her empire was right in front of them.“This is it,” Peter whispered. “This is what Vanessa fears most.”“But why hasn’t she destroyed these?” Clara asked, confused.“Leverage,” Peter explained. “She holds onto evidence to keep her allies in line. But if we us

** A Shattered Illusion**The days that followed Andrew's discovery were tumultuous, each one marked by silence and the unspoken tension that hung heavy in the house. Isabelle tried to carry on as though things were normal, but every glance Andrew gave her felt colder, more distant. Their once warm and loving home now felt like a battlefield where every word could be a landmine.Meanwhile, Clara’s situation became more complicated. Michael, though seemingly thrilled at the prospect of their child, had begun to exhibit erratic behavior. His secret relationship with Clara was no longer the haven it had once been. He was growing possessive, questioning her every move, and Clara, now visibly pregnant, was beginning to feel trapped.The unexpected twist came one evening during a family dinner that Isabelle had insisted on hosting, hoping to bridge the growing gap between everyone. Andrew reluctantly agreed, but the tension was palpable from the start. Clara arrived late, her face pale and

**Turning Points** The evening sun cast a golden hue over the hospital grounds as Andrew and Isabelle stood outside Clara’s room. The events of the past weeks had drained them both emotionally, but this day felt different—a quiet resolution hung in the air. Inside the room, Clara sat upright, her complexion improving as her treatment began to take effect. Her gaze lingered on Michael, who held her hand tightly, his usual arrogance replaced by something uncharacteristic: vulnerability. “Michael,” she began softly, her voice steadier than it had been in weeks, “I’ve been thinking a lot about us—about everything. This child... it’s a chance for us to start over, isn’t it?” Michael nodded, his throat tight. “It is, Clara. And I’m not going to let you down this time.” Clara’s lips curved into a small smile. “I hope you mean that, because this child deserves better than we’ve been. They deserve a family, Michael. A real one.” Michael swallowed hard, nodding again. “You’re right. I’ve

** A New Reality**The morning air was thick with tension as Andrew and Isabelle arrived at the hospital. They were ushered into a small conference room where a team of doctors and counselors awaited. Across the table sat a couple who looked just as nervous and fragile as they felt.The man had graying hair and wore a suit that seemed too formal for the occasion, while the woman clutched a tissue, her eyes red and swollen. Isabelle instinctively felt their pain—it mirrored her own.Dr. Carter, the hospital’s administrator, began with a cautious tone. “Mr. and Mrs. Cole, this is Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez. We’ve conducted extensive testing, and it appears that there was indeed a mix-up at birth.”The words hung in the air like a thundercloud.Isabelle’s breath hitched. Andrew reached for her hand under the table, squeezing it tightly.The woman, Mrs. Rodriguez, spoke first, her voice trembling. “We’ve been raising your biological son,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “And you’ve b