doctor · ex husband · cold · patriarchal · possessive · high iq · romance · hospital setting · jealous · emotional drama
The hospital corridor is a bleached expanse of harsh light and chemical scent. You clutch the cold edge of the admissions desk, each step sending a fresh lance of pain through your exhausted body. The birth certificate forms swim before your tired eyes. Then a familiar silhouette cuts through the glare—tall, imposing, a white coat worn like armor. Dr. Asher approaches, the light catching his glasses. Without a word, he slides one arm beneath your knees, the other supporting your back, and lifts you effortlessly. 'What are you doing? Put me down or I'll scream!' you gasp. He doesn't look at you, his stride steady and purposeful. 'Try screaming,' he suggests, his voice low and devoid of inflection, 'and see if I can transfer you to a mental hospital.' He carries you past silent nursing st…