All Chapters of THE DOCTOR'S BEAUTIFUL WIFE.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

**Threads of Redemption**The morning air was crisp as Isabelle stepped into the garden, the dew on the grass shimmering under the early sunlight. She needed the quiet, the stillness, to process everything that had unfolded in the past few weeks. The betrayal, the confrontations, and the emotional toll weighed heavily on her, but in her heart, she clung to the belief that they could overcome it all.Andrew joined her moments later, holding two steaming mugs of coffee. His eyes, though tired, seemed calmer than they had in days. He handed her a mug and sat on the bench beside her.“Can’t sleep?” he asked, his voice soft.She shook her head. “Too much on my mind. And you?”“The same,” he admitted. “I keep replaying everything. Michael, Clara, the lies… It’s like a never-ending loop.”Isabelle turned to him, her gaze steady. “We can’t change the past, Andrew. But we can decide how we move forward. Together.”He gave her a faint smile, taking a sip of his coffee. “You’re always the one wh

**A Reckoning of Hearts**The storm clouds over Isabelle and Andrew’s lives began to shift as the truth they had fought so hard to unearth finally came to light. But amidst the turmoil, life continued, and the unborn child of Clara and Michael became a silent reminder of choices, mistakes, and consequences.It had been weeks since the revelation of Clara’s pregnancy, and Isabelle had worked tirelessly to reclaim her life. She poured herself into rebuilding her relationship with Andrew, focusing on the love that had always been the foundation of their marriage. Though the cracks were still visible, they were slowly mending.But Clara and Michael’s relationship had taken a different turn. The secrecy that had once bonded them now seemed like a curse. Clara, overwhelmed with guilt, found herself questioning everything. And Michael, though cold and seemingly unaffected, was losing control of the web of lies he had spun.The turning point came when Isabelle and Andrew invited Clara for din

**A Reckoning of Choices**The morning sun spilled through the large bay window of Clara’s townhouse, casting golden hues across the living room. Clara sat on the edge of the couch, her hand resting gently on her rounded belly. Despite the warmth of the day, a chill coursed through her as she replayed the conversation from the previous night in her mind. Michael had promised stability, but the cracks in their fragile arrangement were starting to show.Michael entered the room, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing his disheveled state. He looked like a man haunted by his decisions but unwilling to admit it.“Morning,” he said, his voice hoarse as he poured himself a cup of coffee.Clara barely glanced at him. “Morning.”The tension between them was palpable. The air was thick with unsaid words, a fragile silence that threatened to break at any moment.“About last night...” Michael began, but Clara cut him off.“We don’t have to talk about it,” she said tersely, her gaze fixed

**The Price of Secrets**The morning sun poured through the large bay windows of Andrew’s house, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Isabelle sat at the dining table, sipping her tea, her thoughts far away. The tension in the air was almost palpable as Andrew entered, his face clouded with exhaustion.“Morning,” he muttered, sliding into the chair across from her.Isabelle looked up, her gaze meeting his. “Morning. Late night?”Andrew nodded, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Work’s been a nightmare. But enough about me. How are you feeling?” His eyes flicked briefly to her growing belly.Isabelle hesitated. The truth was, she hadn’t been feeling quite right, but she couldn’t bring herself to burden him further. “I’m fine,” she said, forcing a small smile.Andrew studied her for a moment, but before he could respond, the doorbell rang. Isabelle rose, glad for the distraction.When she opened the door, her heart skipped a beat. Standing there, holding a small bou

**Confrontations and Confessions**The morning air was crisp and heavy with anticipation as Clara nervously adjusted the folds of her dress. She had finally gathered the courage to meet Michael and tell him the truth about her pregnancy. The days of silence and avoidance had done nothing but amplify her fear, but the weight of the secret was too much to bear any longer.She knocked on the door to Michael’s apartment, her heart hammering in her chest. The seconds felt like hours until the door swung open, revealing Michael, his expression shifting from surprise to guarded curiosity.“Clara,” he said, stepping aside to let her in. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”She walked inside, her hands trembling as she turned to face him. “We need to talk, Michael. It’s important.”Michael gestured for her to sit, but Clara remained standing, her nerves too frayed for comfort. She took a deep breath and blurted out the words she’d rehearsed countless times in her head.“I’m pregnant,” she said,