Bound By Contract: The Surgeon's Secret Wife

Chapter 7

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ng small and fragile. She squeezed Bl

about me, baby gi

ad, fighting back a fresh wave of tears. "You ju

his face a calm, professional mask. "Thank you, Doctor,"

, formal nod. "We'll

he operating room doors. Blake watched until i

Bow

er daze. "Family members belong in t

he gave Hill a dead-eyed stare and turned, walking

y scrubbed, standing before the s

of the assembled team

t, "Dr. Escobar will be first assistant. Dr. Bowman will stand by my side

motion, but not an unheard-of one. Dr. Hill's jaw tightened. "S

el of finesse and synchronicity that I can't risk with someone I don't trust implicitly. I trust

od at Barrett's side at the operating table. Hill wa

t brief moment, he wasn't her boss or her tormentor. He was her partner. Hi

ed with the fluid grace of a master. Blake's hands were an extension of his own, anticipating his every need, placing instruments in hi

curdling in her stomach. It was like they were

moment o

Barrett said, his voice tight

ythm of warning. Blake's hand, holding a ca

. His voice was low and calm, for her ears o

e rock-solid again. She adjusted the angle of the catheter by a milli

resistance was gone.

d his loupes, she saw a flash of

ployed perfectly. Wanda's heart was be

ett stepped back. "Dr. Bowma

ook slightly as she took the needle driver and began to

enaline and exhaustion. In the scrub sink area, she turned on the water a

n the d

er face. She leaned against the cold stainless steel

arms wrapped arou

lding her as she cried, letting her soak

hispered, his lips close to

r a moment, she forgot the contract, forgot Gwyneth, forg

er. He gently but firmly pushed her away, hi

cold tone. "And I expect to see you on rounds tomorrow morning a

lone by the sink, the warmth of his embrace alrea

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Bound By Contract: The Surgeon's Secret Wife

Yuan Xiluo Romance

“I am a resident surgeon, secretly married to Dr. Barrett Walters, the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. It was a transactional marriage; he paid my mother's mounting medical bills, and I was his secret, obedient wife in the dark. But at the hospital, he was a cold-blooded tyrant who deliberately made my life a living hell. During a major medical conference, he viciously tore apart my successful surgical repair, looking me dead in the eye as he called me incompetent in front of all my colleagues. The humiliation didn't stop there. With his tacit approval, the senior residents bullied me, assigning me every brutal night shift. When his beautiful, wealthy heiress "girlfriend" visited the ward, he publicly mocked my background to make her smile. "Some people get in through the back door. They're not fit for the front lines." Even when I was forced to work as a secret banquet waitress to cover the medical copays he ignored, he found me, ruined the job out of pure possessive jealousy, and then fined my meager resident salary the very next morning just to show his absolute control. I endured his punishing kisses and cruel rebukes, sacrificing my dignity just to keep my mother alive. But I couldn't understand why he had to destroy every shred of my peace. If he wanted the perfect heiress, why did he refuse to let me go? Staring at his cold, controlling eyes in the stairwell, my exhaustion finally overpowered my fear. I was done being his victim, and it was time to tear up this contract.”