All Chapters of THE DOCTOR'S BEAUTIFUL WIFE.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

**Shattered Pieces**Isabelle sat motionless, her breathing shallow as Jessica’s words echoed in the room. “I want everything.” The confidence in her tone, the smirk playing on her lips—it was all too much.Andrew stood rooted to the spot, guilt and helplessness etched on his face. Isabelle’s chest tightened as realization struck her like a blow. She was standing in the middle of a nightmare, and Andrew, the man she trusted most, had invited it into their lives.Jessica walked over to the couch and sat down as if she owned the place. “It’s amusing, really. You built your life around him, didn’t you?” she said, her tone dripping with mockery. “The perfect wife in the perfect little marriage. But you were never more than a placeholder, my dear.”“Stop,” Isabelle whispered, her voice shaking.Jessica’s smirk widened. “Why? You deserve the truth. You’re living in my shadow, Isabelle. Always have been, always will.Isabelle turned to Andrew, her eyes pleading. “Is that true? Am I just… a s

**Secrets Unfold**Andrew’s sister, Miranda, had always been a force to be reckoned with. Sharp-tongued and fiercely independent, she had never been one to let others dictate her life. Leaving Andrew’s house after the chaos she had stirred felt like shedding a heavy weight. But Miranda wasn’t retreating; she was merely recalibrating her plans.Miranda drove to the city, her thoughts racing. Her mind replayed the heated exchanges at Andrew’s house, but she brushed them aside. Andrew’s problems were his own now. She had bigger things to focus on.She pulled up to an upscale apartment complex and made her way to the 15th floor. A man opened the door—a tall, well-dressed figure with piercing gray eyes and a mischievous smile.“Miranda,” he greeted her warmly, pulling her into a tight embrace.“Zachary,” she murmured, her voice softening. “I missed you.”Zachary had been Miranda’s secret for months—a whirlwind romance that she had kept hidden from everyone, especially Andrew. Their relatio

**Tangled Lies**The tension in Isabelle’s chest didn’t ease as the days wore on. Every step she took felt heavier than the last, each breath suffocating under the weight of her secrets. The pregnancy—once a distant possibility—was now undeniable. The truth she’d kept hidden from Andrew for so long was finally starting to unravel, and Isabelle had no idea how much longer she could hold it together.She sat at the kitchen table, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her coffee cup. It was early, and Andrew was still in bed. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to break—either her marriage or her own resolve. Either way, it was coming.Isabelle’s phone buzzed, breaking her from her thoughts. She glanced at the screen. The message was from Michael.“We need to talk. I’ll be at your place in an hour. It’s urgent.”Her stomach twisted. What could it be? After their last conversation, she’d hoped things could be simple, that Michael would back off, that she could focus

** A New Revelation**Isabelle paced the living room, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and dread. The events of the past few days had left her emotionally drained. Andrew’s cryptic warnings, Jessica’s bombshell revelations, and Michael’s insistence that they leave—it all felt like too much to process. The weight of the secrets she carried was beginning to crush her, and now, with her pregnancy still hidden from everyone, the stakes had never been higher.The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting long shadows on the walls. Isabelle hadn’t slept all night, her mind replaying every conversation, every glance, every unspoken word. When Andrew finally came downstairs, his expression was unreadable. He didn’t speak to her; he simply grabbed his briefcase and left without a word. The silence between them was deafening.Isabelle’s heart sank. She felt the growing distance between them like a chasm that could never be bridged. But what hurt more was the growing realization that

**The Edge of Betrayal**The night was eerily quiet, the silence broken only by the distant hum of the city. Isabelle sat in her room, her thoughts a chaotic tangle. Andrew’s guilt, Michael’s protective instincts, and Vincent’s chilling threats weighed heavily on her. Every breath she took felt like a countdown to the inevitable.Unable to sleep, Isabelle wandered into the kitchen. She needed to think, to plan, but the suffocating tension in the house made it impossible. As she poured herself a glass of water, she heard muffled voices coming from Andrew’s study. Her heart skipped. It was nearly midnight—who could he be talking to?Curiosity won over caution. She crept toward the door, careful to avoid the creaky floorboards. Pressing her ear to the door, she strained to make out the conversation.“I told you I’d get the money,” Andrew was saying, his voice low and desperate. “But dragging Isabelle into this was a mistake. She knows nothing about my dealings.”A cold, familiar voice re