Divorcing The Tyrant: Falling For My Temptress Wife

uldn't help but wonder-if the diagnosis was

h, yet her mind kept circ

tophore Department. As a seasoned expert with more than three decades in

fully. "There's been a 0.5 millimeter increase in the past thr

nna, stealing her breath.

ause. "If it had grown by a few more millimeters, then we'd know fo

ignancy?" Rosanna asked, her

. I recommend another scan in a month. If the size increases again, then we'll c

ou. Eat well, sleep enough, and try not to dwell on things that af

ery word, committin

escriptions for two

ded to throw her a curveball-she ran into Olive

nd to her chest as if to calm herself. She w

self. "Mrs. Marshall, are you feeling unwell? I know

na said briskly, lifting her chi

d of herself for not ev

lready left, she began scanning the app for an U

rush. No matter how many times she refreshed

d a familiar car h

r a moment bu

e were about three cars of that make an

ee him, especially not if Millie was with him. It was bet

horn blare

e she knew too well-f

of breaking through all h

and saw Oliver behind the wheel, his sharp fe

to confirm that Mill

d again, his tone br

anna got into the car, t

nd the window rolled up, shu

green, and the car e

lier, she might have taken the initiative to start

ally broke the silence. "

d back and shut her ey

shrink? What did the doc

rd, acting as if she ha

ough the car window, casting

easure, Oliver ke

ing and inching forward until, twenty minutes

nna swung the door open and hurried str

ze a folded slip of paper had

and picked it up. It was Rosan

note about "recommended follow-up in one month" ov

then flicked it to the ground before d

ther incoming call from Ka

d his current call, and

in past years, it was first sent from Jiford to Ekadence, then forwarded here to Qega

nded the call wit

m, and whatever warmth had be

ave to two days last night. Upon going upstairs, she immediately canceled

been dedicate

d the station didn't require her to clock in as l

ifferent standard; she poured e

iver being the last person she could rely on, she had no choice but

st two years, she had climbed from a regular field

ssary days off, and even turned sc

sion on her leave, Kyle Watson, the station director, c

ngewear, walked to the fridge, and

two generous spoonfuls of olive oil to

results of the next examination, she wasn't going to negle

nned from her plate, and, most importantly, stop wasting a single breath on Ol

wanted outside their hom

as surprised to see Rosanna

the results of the examination affect

e, unbothered, acting li

ver continued, setting the paper down on the table. "You've been quiet ever since we left t

ork down and replied calmly, "I'm not upset

and Oliver had been ready to rush her

at abo

-called husband, didn't even lift a finger to get h

n on Oliver's face. "What exactl

Rosanna answered, holding back her anger, though t

said," Oliver said, grabbing her wrist, his smile mocking. "You'r

grip and glared at him. "What kind of

care for you; you already have someone who does. I'm a bus

o suppress surged up. "So, tell me, Mr. M

r a full checkup. If they find anything serious..." Oliv

ade, slicing Rosanna's he

oment, even her husband

kingly pathet