All Chapters of THE DOCTOR'S BEAUTIFUL WIFE.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

**Truths Unveiled**The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Andrew and Isabelle’s home, casting long shadows over the hardwood floor. It was a stark contrast to the tension that filled the air. Andrew paced the living room, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. Isabelle sat on the couch, her expression calm but watchful, ready to intervene if her husband’s temper flared again."Andrew, please," Isabelle said softly, trying to soothe him. "You're not going to solve anything by getting worked up."Andrew stopped pacing and turned to her, his face taut with frustration. "Isabelle, Michael crossed a line. He didn't just betray me—he betrayed my sister. This isn't something I can just let go.""I understand that," Isabelle replied, standing up to face him. "But charging at him with anger isn’t going to fix this. Clara needs you to be level-headed."Andrew ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "I don't even know how to face her right now. How could she let this happe

**A Web of Secrets Unveiled**The atmosphere in Isabelle and Andrew’s home grew tense as morning light filtered through the curtains. Clara had barely slept, haunted by the ominous events surrounding her pregnancy. Isabelle, always a beacon of calm, prepared breakfast, but the worry lines etched on her face betrayed her inner turmoil.Andrew, on the other hand, couldn’t contain his growing frustration. “We can’t keep dancing around this issue,” he said, slamming his coffee mug on the counter. “Michael’s secrets are endangering all of us. We need answers, and we need them now.”Clara, still pale and visibly shaken, entered the kitchen. “Andrew, I understand your anger, but this isn’t just about Michael. Someone is targeting us—me, the baby. We need to figure out why.”Andrew shook his head. “And how do you propose we do that, Clara? By waiting until they strike again? No. I’m going to confront Michael myself.”Isabelle stepped between them, her voice firm yet gentle. “Andrew, rushing i

**Breaking Point**Vanessa's cryptic warnings loomed over Clara like a storm cloud. As days turned into weeks, Clara struggled to keep her composure. Her pregnancy was progressing, and Andrew’s constant concern only heightened her guilt. How could she bring a child into a world filled with so many secrets?Andrew noticed her growing detachment and tried to bring her back into the fold. “Clara, we need to talk,” he said one evening, finding her seated in the nursery they’d started to prepare.Clara looked up, her face pale but determined. “What is it, Andrew?”He sat beside her, taking her hand. “I know something’s bothering you. I don’t want to pressure you, but I need you to be honest with me. Is it Vanessa? Michael? Whatever it is, we’ll handle it together.”Clara hesitated, her heart hammering in her chest. She wanted to confide in him, but fear held her back. Before she could answer, the doorbell rang, breaking the tension.Standing on the doorstep was Vanessa, her presence a jarr

**Shadows of Betrayal**The night deepened, but peace remained elusive in the household. Clara, still trembling from the confrontation, sat at the small desk in the guest room. Her thoughts spiraled as she recalled every moment Vanessa had been around them. Why now? Why target her and Michael?Vanessa’s intrusion wasn’t a random act; it was calculated, and Clara knew there was more to uncover. She opened her laptop and began searching for any connection Vanessa might have hidden in her past. The deeper she delved into Vanessa’s history, the more curious she became about her sister-in-law’s true intentions.In his room, Michael sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. The weight of his actions pressed heavily on his chest. He had crossed a line he never thought he would, and the consequences were unraveling faster than he could handle.His phone buzzed again. Another message from Vanessa:“You think this is over? Think again. You owe me, Michael.”Michael clenched his jaw, hi

**Beneath the Layers of Deception**The night was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy, as though the world itself was holding its breath. Clara sat on the balcony of her modest apartment, the city lights twinkling like distant stars. Michael had sent a message earlier, one that stirred a strange warmth within her—a simple "We need to talk."Her heart raced, but not with fear. It was something else, something she hadn’t let herself feel for a long time. As the minutes ticked by, she wondered what he had to say, and why, despite the chaos surrounding them, her mind wandered to the way his voice softened when he spoke to her.Michael arrived just past midnight. He looked tired, the weight of their battle against Vanessa etched into every line of his face. Yet, there was a glimmer in his eyes, a rare light that made Clara’s chest tighten.“You’re awake,” he said, stepping onto the balcony.Clara smiled faintly. “Couldn’t sleep. Too much to think about.”Michael leaned against the r