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The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor

Ola Wilde

Vivian was eight weeks pregnant, holding the warm ultrasound picture, ready to share the fragile secret with her billionaire husband, Sterling. But before she could speak, he tossed a thick document onto the marble table: DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE. "Kara's back," he stated coldly, referring to his childhood sweetheart. "I'm giving her the place she deserves." He demanded she vacate the penthouse immediately, leaving with absolutely nothing. She didn't cry or beg. She signed the papers, touched her flat stomach where his secret child grew, and walked out in her old trench coat. She blocked his number, vanished from New York, and spent the next four years building a new life in Geneva as a top-tier surgeon, raising their twin boys entirely alone. She thought she had finally escaped her past, until Sterling's bodyguards suddenly broke down her apartment door in the middle of the night. He had used his immense wealth and power to force the "genius Dr. Vivian" to treat Kara's ruined uterus. He was completely unaware that the masked, heavily accented doctor he was threatening was his discarded wife, or that his own flesh and blood were sleeping just down the hall. Watching him desperately lavish a manipulative liar with the tenderness he had always denied her, the last thread of Vivian's lingering pain simply vanished. She sent a single, encrypted text to a trusted friend. "The boys are safe. I'm ready to start Phase Two." She was done hiding. It was time to show him how a real war was fought.

Romance Doctor Hidden Identities Billionaire Revenge Pregnancy

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"Mommy, Mommy!"

I heard yelling from outside of my bedroom. The yelling woke me up from my sleep, So I begun to get up from my bed. My head turned looking at the clock reading 3:05 A.M. I snapped my head again in front of me when the door creaked open showing my little Miya.

She stood there with her pink zebra pattern pajamas and bunny slippers. She looked so cute with her curly brown messy hair, and her big milky brown eyes. She rubbed her eyes tiredly looking at me.

"Mom bathromf pwease?" She said with pleading eyes.

"Okay, sweetheart let's go."

This time I got off from the comfy bed and swung my legs over. Once my feet touched the floor, I hurriedly walked across my bedroom to Miya. I scooped her up in my arms walking fast to the bathroom making sure she doesn't pee on herself.

Once I entered the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat up. I sat her the on the toilet and squatted down so I was eye level with her and began my routine that I do every time encouraging her when she needed to use the restroom.

"Come on my girl, you got it. Come on, baby girl you can do it!" After a little words of encouragement she finally peed.

I picked her up from the toilet seat and stood her up on the ground, helping her put her pajamas pants on. I than proceeded to lift her up again and sat her on my legs and between the sink. I pumped the soap on her hand and washed them with warm water. Once the soap was gone from her hands I sat her on the ground again and walked her to her room.

Her room was a decent size. It wasn't too big nor too small. Her walls were pink and purple, which matched her bed comforter which was pink with purple dots. She also had a dresser on the side of the room with her favorite books and movies.

I walked her to her bed and laid her down. Once I wiggled her in the bed and tucked her in, I faced her, and cradled her in my arms.

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