All Chapters of THE DOCTOR'S BEAUTIFUL WIFE.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

**Shattered Trust**The Parker household was no longer a home but a battleground of silence. The walls bore witness to unspoken accusations, strained glances, and the deafening absence of laughter that once echoed through its halls. Isabelle sat in the dimly lit kitchen, her hands wrapped around a mug of cold coffee. The clock ticked loudly, a reminder of how slowly time seemed to move when guilt and fear gnawed at her.Andrew hadn’t come home the previous night. It wasn’t unusual for him to work late, but this time felt different. Isabelle couldn’t shake the memory of their confrontation, his cold eyes boring into her as he held up the damning evidence. The photos of her and Michael were burned into her mind, a cruel reminder of her mistakes.She glanced at her phone, hoping for a message or a missed call. Nothing. Her chest tightened as she imagined the worst—Andrew filing for divorce, taking the children, and leaving her with nothing but regret.The sunlight filtered through the cu

**Karen’s Final Move**The days following Karen’s public humiliation had been chaotic, yet Isabelle felt a newfound strength in Andrew’s resolve. While their relationship still bore scars, they were united in one common goal: protecting their family and dismantling Karen’s schemes.Isabelle woke early that morning, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. She sat by the window, cradling a cup of tea, staring at the sunrise. Her hand instinctively moved to her belly. The life growing within her felt like a reminder of everything she had to fight for.Downstairs, Andrew was already at work, going over files and evidence. His jaw was set in determination, his exhaustion showing through the faint circles under his eyes. Isabelle approached him quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder.“We’ll get through this,” she said softly.He looked up at her, his expression softening for a moment. “I hope so. Karen won’t give up without a fight, though.”By mid-morning, Rachel arrived, her f

**The Unraveling Truth**The morning dawned with a heavy cloud of tension hanging over Isabelle. Her confrontation with Michael the previous day had left her shaken. His cryptic words—“There’s more to this than you know, but you’re not ready to hear it.”—echoed in her mind, leaving her restless and unsure of what to do next.In the quiet moments before Andrew woke up, Isabelle sat in the kitchen, sipping her tea and replaying the photograph in her mind. Michael’s secret loomed large, and with each passing moment, the weight of it grew unbearable.Just as Isabelle was contemplating her next move, there was a knock at the door. Glancing at the clock, she frowned. It was too early for visitors.When she opened the door, she was startled to see the woman from the photograph standing there, her expression a mix of urgency and nervousness.“Isabelle Parker?” the woman asked, her voice trembling slightly.“Yes. And you are?” Isabelle replied cautiously.“My name is Clara. I need to talk to y

**Michael’s Final Gambit **The tension between Isabelle, Andrew, and Michael reached a fever pitch. Each move they made felt like stepping onto thin ice, with Michael’s relentless determination to dismantle their lives pushing the limits of their endurance. Despite the recent revelations, Isabelle and Andrew knew one thing for certain—they had to strike first before Michael could deliver a fatal blow.Andrew woke early, his mind racing with strategies. Over coffee, he and Isabelle reviewed the evidence they’d gathered from the private investigator. They had enough to implicate Michael in blackmail, fraud, and years of manipulative schemes. Yet, Michael’s influence remained a problem—he had connections in places that could stall or bury any attempt at justice.“We need a public confrontation,” Andrew suggested, pacing the kitchen. “Somewhere he can’t control the narrative.”“But how?” Isabelle asked. “Michael always seems two steps ahead. What if this backfires?”Andrew turned to her,

** Secrets No More**Isabelle sat in the living room, the ticking clock on the mantle marking the passing seconds like a countdown to the storm. Andrew would be home any moment, and she knew the confrontation ahead could either heal their fractured relationship or break it irrevocably.She tightened her grip on the stack of papers in her hands—copies of documents Margaret had shown her. Each page was a damning piece of evidence about Michael’s dealings and Andrew’s potential involvement.The front door creaked open, and Andrew stepped inside, his tie loosened and a weary look etched on his face. He stopped when he saw Isabelle, her gaze piercing and unrelenting.“What’s wrong?” he asked, sensing the tension in the room.Isabelle didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she held up the papers. “Care to explain this?”Andrew’s face darkened as he walked closer, his eyes scanning the documents. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Where did you get these?”“That’s not the poin