All Chapters of THE DOCTOR'S BEAUTIFUL WIFE.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

**Cracks in the Armor**The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Clara’s small apartment as she sat at the kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. Her eyes were bloodshot from a sleepless night, and the message from Andrew replayed in her mind like a haunting melody. She couldn’t shake the feeling that her carefully constructed world was about to collapse.Michael had stayed silent since she texted him the night before, which only made her more anxious. As much as she didn’t want to face Andrew, she knew delaying would only make things worse.A soft knock on the door startled her, and her heart leapt into her throat. She set the mug down and walked to the door, opening it cautiously.Michael stood there, his expression grim. “We need to talk,” he said, stepping inside before she could invite him.“Michael, what are we going to do?” Clara asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Michael ran a hand through his hair, pacing the small living room. “I don’t know. A

**The Cracks Begin to Show**The evening sky stretched over Andrew’s home like a weighted blanket, its heavy hues reflecting the storm brewing inside the hearts of those under its roof. Isabelle hummed softly to herself in the kitchen, arranging dinner plates as she tried to distract herself from the undercurrent of tension that had taken hold in the past weeks.Andrew, usually composed and steady, had become increasingly distracted. His sister Clara, who was always bubbly in his presence, now seemed distant and guarded. Isabelle couldn’t pinpoint the root of the unease, but she could feel it. Something wasn’t right.Clara sat in her room, staring blankly at her reflection in the vanity mirror. Her face looked pale, drained of its usual warmth. The confrontation with Samantha at the café weighed heavily on her. Michael had assured her they’d figure it out, but Clara wasn’t so certain anymore.She thought of Andrew, of the trust he had always placed in her. The thought of betraying tha

** A Web of Secrets**Clara felt like she was walking on eggshells as the days turned into weeks. The pressure of keeping her secret weighed heavier with each passing moment, and Michael’s increasing restlessness only added to her anxiety. Though Isabelle had been her support system, even she seemed worried about the crumbling façade.Meanwhile, Andrew remained oblivious to the turmoil brewing under his roof. His focus on work and family left little room for suspicion, but Clara knew it was only a matter of time before the cracks in their lives became too large to ignore.It was a crisp morning when Clara woke up with a start. Her phone vibrated incessantly on the nightstand, and she groggily reached for it. Michael’s name flashed across the screen.“Michael, it’s barely 7 a.m.,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes.“We need to talk. Now,” Michael said, his voice urgent.Clara sat up, her heart racing. “What happened?”“I’ll explain when we meet. The park. Thirty minutes.”He hung up befor

** A Love Tested**Isabelle paced the length of her living room, her mind racing. Clara’s revelation about her affair with Michael still echoed in her ears. The shock had left her speechless at first, but now anger and confusion bubbled to the surface. How could Clara betray Andrew like this? And what about Michael, the man who had once professed undying love for Isabelle?The evening sun streamed through the windows, casting long shadows. Isabelle finally sat down, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone. She had to speak with Michael.“Meet me,” she texted, keeping the message brief and direct. A part of her dreaded the confrontation, but she knew it was necessary.Moments later, Michael replied. “The usual spot?”Isabelle hesitated before typing, “Yes.”The café was quiet when Isabelle arrived. She spotted Michael sitting in a corner booth, his face unreadable. Taking a deep breath, she approached him.Michael stood as she reached the table, his expression softening. “Isab

**The Unraveling of Secrets**The tension in the air was palpable as Clara paced her apartment. She had tried to stay calm after her meeting with Isabelle, but Andrew’s unexpected appearance at the coffee shop had unsettled her. It was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down.She sank onto the couch, her hands trembling as she scrolled through her phone. A text from Michael appeared:We need to talk. Tonight. No more waiting.Clara’s breath caught in her throat. She knew this wasn’t just about them anymore—it was about the life growing inside her and the web of lies threatening to destroy everything.Meanwhile, at Andrew and Isabelle’s home, Isabelle sat across from Andrew in their living room, her face pale but composed.“I saw Clara today,” she began, her voice steady but tinged with emotion.Andrew looked up from his laptop, his brow furrowing. “Is she okay? She’s been acting strange lately.”“That’s just it,” Isabelle said, her gaze locking onto his. “Something’