CEO's Divorced wife is sexy doctor

Bianca, a brilliant doctor, fled Los Angeles with a broken heart and a secret: her son. Three years later, a desperate plea from her grandfather forces her back to the city of her deepest pain, where she confronts not only the ghosts of her past but the CEO ex-husband who shattered her world. Can she heal old wounds and protect her son from a father who wished him dead, or will fate intertwine their lives once more in a web of medical emergencies, family secrets, and rekindled desires?

CEO's Divorced wife is sexy doctor

Bianca, a brilliant doctor, fled Los Angeles with a broken heart and a secret: her son. Three years later, a desperate plea from her grandfather forces her back to the city of her deepest pain, where she confronts not only the ghosts of her past but the CEO ex-husband who shattered her world. Can she heal old wounds and protect her son from a father who wished him dead, or will fate intertwine their lives once more in a web of medical emergencies, family secrets, and rekindled desires?

The biting pain of contractions gripped Bianca, tearing a scream from her throat. Tears blurred her vision, not just from the agony, but from the terrifying sense that something was deeply, terribly wrong. She was alone, in labor, before her scheduled C-section, a cruel twist of fate that magnified her isolation.

Her mind raced to Damon, the 'sperm-donor' father of her unborn children, the man who had thrown her out. She knew he wanted nothing to do with her. Yet, in her desperation, a trembling hand reached for her phone.

She typed, each word a desperate plea: "Damon, it’s Bianca. I’m sorry to reach out like this. I know you want nothing to do with me, but this is important. I just went into labor, and I think something’s wrong. And before you ask, yes. You are the father."

The chime of a reply echoed in the sterile room, sending a jolt through her. Hope, fleeting and fragile, flickered. But as she read the message, her world shattered anew: "Let it die."

A sharp, splintering pain consumed her, physical and emotional, as the door swung open and her gynecologist entered, a grim expression on her face. "I’m afraid not," Dr. Emmerson stated, adjusting the heart monitor. "I’m only picking up two heartbeats... it should be three."